Apollo stepped back into the real world. It was still snowing as hard as it was before. With how the snow had reached his waist, it was quite hard for him to traverse through it by walking. As such, he decided to fly just about it.
For quite a while, Apollo was just endlessly exploring this snowy wasteland, not knowing what he should expect. There was no real sense of direction as each way looked to be the exact same.
It felt similar to walking down an endless hallway, one that continued to repeat over and over again.
However, it wasn't truly endless.
Apollo heard several thumps ringing out one after another far in the distance. Each one resounded a few seconds after the other, giving off a rather sluggish impression. He began shooting across the snow, getting closer to this sound.
Eventually, Apollo could make something out.
It was... a leg.
