Apollo's eyes burned with a sinister glow, fury overtaking his once composed demeanor. "One way or another, I will have you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malice.
Without hesitation, he crushed the delicate jasmine flower in his hand, its intoxicating scent wafting into the air one last time before the petals dissolved like spiritual energy, sinking into the ground. In an instant, the ground beneath them began to shimmer, ancient runes glowing as they activated Apollo's trap. A surge of power coursed through the earth, and Eunid immediately felt its effects. His strength drained away, leaving him powerless as he collapsed to the ground, his body feeling heavy and weak.
Apollo stood above him, chuckling darkly, his eyes gleaming with triumph. This had been his plan all along—a carefully orchestrated trap to ensnare Eunid. After all he knew that he could not have Eunid.
