Inside the private space, Mike put away the feather and glanced back. Two pigs were brawling on the ground, the fatter one clearly dominating.
"Can you two show some goddamn class?"
Mike noticed a piece of wood lying nearby and casually picked it up, intending to take it downstairs for firewood.
Fool was furious, "Thor, don't you dare!"
"Look at you, being such a cheapskate."
Mike could only toss the wood back to her, pretending nothing had happened. He noticed an interesting detail: when transformed into strange creatures in front of Apollo, their forms remained unchanged. All vampires, in Apollo's eyes, were pigs.
Judging from the Nature Elf Envoy's reaction, did that mean... elves, in Apollo's eyes, were wood?
Interesting.
