The celestial figure nodded slowly, their form flickering with faint amusement. "Do not let the titles confuse you, Apollo. Names are but labels. What matters is what they represent—and the ties that bind them."
For a moment, Apollo could only stare. The implications of this being addressed with such familiarity were staggering. "Why would someone like you call yourself my brother? What connection could we possibly share?"
Mevtharion nodded, his celestial aura pulsing gently, a faint amusement flickering in their eyes. "Naturally fifth brother because you are the sixth junior according to master."
Apollo's eyes widened slightly. "Master? Sixth Junior?" He echoed, his voice tinged with disbelief. "What are you talking about? When did he have another master?"
