A wave of blood surged forth like a tsunami, revealing a towering figure standing seven feet tall. His crimson eyes gleamed with an evil light, and chains draped across his muscular frame, clanking with every step. The air grew heavy with his presence, so oppressive that Apollo and the others felt their blood heat up, almost as if it were boiling inside their veins.
"Tsk... so you came too," the Void Witch muttered, her expression darkening at the sight of the new arrival.
"Ahh... Blood King!!!" The robber leader screamed, his voice quivering. "We're done... finished... we're all going to die!" His shoulders slumped in defeat, the hope draining from his face as he stared at the two overwhelmingly powerful figures before them.
Apollo and the others ignored the terror-stricken expressions on the robbers' faces, their focus solely on the two powerful figures standing before them.
