The cold, harsh snow was increasingly harmful, along with the feeling that currently enveloped the area: death.
Death is painful; some might say it could bring relief that could any kind of suffering but for Apollo, it means hell, a hell of pain.
"ARGHH!"
[I already told you to be cautious]
"Which one of me?"
[To all of you, and you never listen!]
"Alright, I already died here"
Even with the pain increasing with more of him dying Apollo steeled his mind with the authority of Mystics.
[It was a bad move splitting yourself and not using Clonis. You end up losing strength and dying.
Creator on your left!]
Apollo paid heed to the warning, as he saw the cluster of chaotic mix of energy flying in his direction, but instead of evading, he flew straight at the attack, making a certain artificial intelligence exasperated.
