"Hmm, not bad." He after recovering, felt the improvement in his strength. The power of divine punishment let him feel the power of destruction hidden within it, and even his eternal sword also felt some improvement by feeling the vast power of Rion.
Even the Sovereign Black-Gold Flame pulsed with an unusual rhythm, now tinged with faint threads of purple lightning, absorbing and refining the punishment into strength.
"Divine punishment..." Apollo whispered.
He stood up, a cold breeze sweeping across the sea as he looked toward the northern horizon.
The most chaotic continent awaited.
"Let's go then," Apollo said quietly, his voice calm yet brimming with resolve.
The sea wind tugged at his robes as he stepped forward, the island trembling slightly beneath his feet. Behind him, the guardian silently followed.