The power of lightning that was released by the academy guards roasts the living daylights of the enemies. Though Nero was able to salvage them but not completely out of harm. Their bodies were charred and smoking from the dozens of folds of lightning.
The former king stood amidst the scorched battlefield, his breath heavy, his body trembling from the immense strain. It seems the power from the black matter comes with a price. His subordinates lay around him, battered, weakened, and barely clinging to life.
And yet, Apollo wasn't done; he still had one trick he hadn't used.
A multi-magic circle beneath them pulsed, its radiance leeching away what little power Nero's forces had left. While the light from the circle intensifies Apollo's gaze kept on his target.
"It is nice to see you again... teacher," he said until his entire body was swallowed, leaving Apollo confused at his words.
"What? Jeremiah, did I perhaps hear it wrong?"