"This… This isn't what's supposed to happen… Someone distorted this timeline!" Apollos' immature voice projected outward in a shrill.
The scope of his heavenly abilities wasn't within normal margins. When it came to matters of time, he touched upon a level that had never existed from the beginning of existence to now. The fact that something had caught him off guard was completely unprecedented.
No… This wasn't true… hadn't he felt those uncomfortable itches for decades now already…? Ever since… Ever since the Sacharro Clan appeared for the Federation meeting!
However, when he received news that the Olympus Clan's universe spirit had perished, he assumed that it was this matter that had been pulling on his heart.
But, who cared about a mere universe spirit past its prime? They could build up many more, there was no need to worry at all. In fact, he believed that this secret knowledge gave him a leg up on the Sacharros.
