Apollo's original ambitions to find and kill Willow disappeared like a puff of smoke. The current state of his body was just too horrible.
In fact, Apollo almost lost consciousness several times. However, he forced himself to stay awake.
Unfortunately, there was nothing Apollo could do, though he was conscious.
But that didn't mean he was giving up.
Apollo gathered his strength before trying to sit up.
He let out a faint grunt.
...But hardly even got up by a few centimeters.
Apollo continued struggling, not even considering how he was supposed to remain standing if he did get up.
Exerting himself like this was quite painful, almost like needles were snaking through his veins instead of blood.
Apollo was in a snowy plain, with only the occasional tree in the distance. In other words, there was nothing for him to eat.
He continued to try and push himself up.
Maybe... there would be a wolf? Or even an eagle?
