The leader couldn't believe what had just happened. Apollo had suppressed him so quickly, capturing him alive with nothing but brute force. Though he was a saint, even a newly ascended one with insufficient foundation, he was still a saint. Yet, in front of Apollo, he felt like a child being punished by his father for disobedience. The overwhelming difference in power left him stunned.
The other robbers found themselves in similar situations. They were leagues below Kaleb and the others in strength and were effortlessly thrashed into submission within seconds. The sheer efficiency and ease of their defeat left them all utterly powerless and humiliated.
Kaleb sheathed his sword, glancing over at Apollo. "They weren't even worth the trouble," he said, shaking his head. "This place is crawling with desperate fools. If we had to stop for every one of them, it would be troublesome."
