"Is this what you called the 'Sun'?"
At the top of Olympus, behind the palace of the Divine King, amidst the ruins, Apollo gazed at the treasures that hovered in mid-air.
Without a doubt, any treasure that could survive even a casual attack from Typhon was no ordinary object. Yet, while the three orbs of light before him indeed exuded the aura of the Sun, Apollo hesitated to approach.
"Are you sure they can be used? To me, they seem just as uncontrollable as the power of Typhon."
Apollo had encountered similar powers before but did not equate these with the divine fragments scattered across the land.
He had not yet been born when the ancient God of Sun was dismembered; Apollo had considered those divine fragments akin to Divine Blood. However, the entities before him undoubtedly radiated an aura belonging to a True God.
It was some kind of qualitative change, yet upon them, Apollo also sensed vibrations similar to a curse.
