Harbinger of Unsettling News

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"Typhir, so it's you," Apollo nodded, standing at leisure. Although this was an odd response to a combative person appearing before you, Apollo had his reasons for doing so. For one, Typhir wasn't exuding any hostile intent. While his aura always seemed ready for battle, there weren't actually signs of him making a move. Hence, Apollo's lax reaction.

"Indeed, it is I, Typhir," he nodded. On his back, the large greatsword remained fixed. Not only did he not reach for it, but he also crossed his arm with an odd expression before continuing, "I am actually happy I've come in contact with you. There are some things that I'll need to alert you of."

'Hoh? Interesting, I wonder what could be so important that a Glory has sought me out. No, the better question is how did he locate my position? Was he randomly dropped nearby or was he actively seeking me out?' Apollo mused, gazing at Typhir with a thoughtful expression.

"Talk," Apollo uttered.