Exhausted Link

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The longer Apollo was subject to Saehtyn's aura, the more dreadful it felt. Slowly, his feet indented the floor as the pressure bearing down on him amplified. In response, Saehtyn silently inspected Apollo's reaction to his aura.

At first, the reaction was subpar. However, as the matters of his soul were laid bare, Saehtyn rubbed his chin in thought, "So that's what it is. Although you were initially weak, you're even weaker due to the route you took here. Whatever object of chaos you used is inferior."

As Apollo tried to lift his neck, his bones creaked, "Yes, this was all done on a whim. It wasn't my intent to come here. I'm well aware of how weak I am in the grand scheme of things," he answered. Finally, after much effort, he was able to raise his head and look Saehtyn in his eyes.

"Now, by all means, answer my question. What is Azridan's last name?" Saehtyn pressed on.

With a deep exhale, Apollo spoke the demon tongue, "T'hkrain."