In the blink of an eye, Pontus's former palace had almost turned into a battlefield, with the stances of Poseidon and Hera clearly displayed.
Witnessing this scene, Phoebe's gaze flickered uncertainly.
The situation had developed to a point where it was almost impossible for her to obtain the Golden Apple, but the arrow just fired by Artemis had stirred something in her heart.
As the Goddess of Luminous, she actually had a direct path above a True God. Like a complete ocean, if she could subdue the Sun, Moon, and stars, and become the true supreme of luminous entities, that would suit her godhood better than being 'the most beautiful goddess'.
Previously, this was merely a fantasy, as the Sun was an insurmountable problem for her.
But now, Apollo was her grandson, and their relationship was good. As for the Moon... looking at the New Moon Crown, Phoebe struggled internally.
