As the crowd grew restless, murmurs of impatience rippled through the stands. The name "Apollo" was on everyone's lips, but no one seemed to recognize him as he casually strolled through the main entrance. With his calm and unassuming demeanour, he blended in with the spectators, looking more like a curious onlooker than the challenger everyone was eagerly anticipating.
Tyros, standing confidently at the centre of the arena, glanced around, his smug expression starting to waver as time passed without Apollo showing up. His followers exchanged uncertain glances, whispering amongst themselves.
Apollo, meanwhile, quietly observed the arena from within the crowd, taking in the atmosphere and sizing up his opponent. He could hear the crowd's buzz, some people wondering when the infamous Apollo would show up, others betting on whether he would be a no-show.
