The fusion of the flames didn't instantly improve his strength much, but he knew it would be a great help for his future. The sun flames seemed to also have the ability to temper his flesh and spirit, which he greatly needed.
The moment he fused with the flames, the chamber seemed to change, and a brand new door seemed to appear out of thin air, seeming to call him.
Apollo calmed down; he knew it wasn't over and there was more to it; otherwise, in ten thousand years, somebody would have come out successfully.
His gaze shifted to the newly appeared door, its frame etched with intricate patterns forming a lotus glowing faintly with greyish light, giving off a mysterious and ominous vibe.
He took a step forward, the molten obsidian beneath him solidifying with each stride. As he approached the door, the runes etched into its surface began to glow brighter. Their greyish light bathed him, giving him a feeling of death and despair.
