Apollo held his breath until his chest felt tight, walking through the shadow world which contained nothing but the occasional grey shadow that passed by. It was almost melancholic with how silent it all seemed.
But Apollo still needed to breathe, so he raised his bokken and tore out of the shadow world, finding himself back into the thundering crashing sounds, meteors, and thick pools of magma.
Apollo could feel the sudden increase in heat wrapping against his skin and saw that another meteor was coming down to crash on him. Nonetheless, he first focused on what he came back here for in the first place.
Air to breathe.
Apollo took in a deep breath, but it was not refreshing. In fact, the air burned through his lungs, making him feel dire amounts of pain. The heat of magma had already taken over, overcoming all the cold and snow.
