When Apollo caught sight of the approaching figures, his eyes sparked with recognition, and an audible sigh of relief escaped him.
"Master! Old Man!" He exclaimed.
The two figures revealed themselves to be none other than his mentor, Aaron, and the blacksmith, Old Man Aragon, both of whom appeared to have hurried here with great haste, evident in their laboured breathing.
Apollo swiftly made his way outside to greet them.
"Kid, are you alright? Where are the enemies?" inquired Master Aaron, concern etched on his face.
"Yes, where are they?" Old Man Aragon added, his gaze taking in the disarrayed surroundings.
It was evident to Apollo that they had rushed to his aid, a realization that brought him a sense of reassurance.
"The intruders have been dealt with. I managed to take care of them with the security measures in place here."
