The three-horned demon was on its last legs and decided to use its last resort. It gathered mana for one last mysterious attack.
But stopped.
Although Apollo was right next to the three-horned demon, he did not do anything. Instead, it decided to stop gathering mana on its own.
It was as though the three-horned demon was moving on instinct, but had a sudden realization.
Before Apollo could even do anything, a small explosion came from the three-horned demon. A large hole had formed on his chest, but was otherwise intact.
Yet, in the end, it was dead.
Apollo's smile slowly disappeared from his face.
"Huh..."
He raised an eyebrow, then looked towards the mound of snow.
"What were they trying so hard to protect, anyway?"
Layla jogged over and raised her hands up high.
"That looked like so much fun! What should we do now?"
Apollo looked towards the corpses of the two-horned demons.
"Well, first..."
