The three stood together, their combined presence enough to suffocate most beings. But Apollo stood firm, his own energy still surging, unwilling to yield despite the overwhelming power before him.
The Crimson Lord was the first to speak, his voice a low growl that rumbled like a volcano about to erupt. "So, this is the mortal human who dares to step foot in our sacred grounds uninvited. Why has he been brought here, Senior Orb?"
The Azure Lord's voice followed, calm yet piercing, like a tranquil stream that could cut through stone. "Indeed, it is rare for outsiders to stand in this place. What purpose does he serve that he has been allowed to disturb us?"
The Golden Lord's steady, cold gaze fixed on Apollo, as he was also waiting to hear what was so special about this human.
