Snow continued gently falling from the sky. Yet, when they came within a certain range of the mountain made of gold pillars, they repelled violently. There seemed to be some conflicting property that rapidly propelled the snowflakes away like magnets.
Kylan sneaked a peek down at Layla. He saw her tumble and bounce off the pillars like a runaway tire. Kylan let out a small sigh of relief before focusing his attention back on Apollo.
Giant arcs of bright blue lightning continued to dance around Apollo, but they seemed to unconsciously avoid the various golden pillars. Apollo was giggling this entire time, but suddenly cut himself off.
His head tilted to the side eerily.
Without warning, Apollo burst forward like a thunderbolt. As for the bright blue arcs of lightning, they were taken with him, firmly attached to his bokken.
