Apology

The ancient beings, watching from their distant realms, narrowed their eyes in scrutiny.

Gleaming with shifting hues, their eyes reflected the myriad thoughts racing through their minds.

Yet, not a single word was uttered.

Silence reigned, not out of restraint, but sheer disbelief.

The Spirit King had been defeated.

He had even fallen.

True, he had not unleashed the full extent of his abilities, withholding much from his vast arsenal.

But was this not same for his opponent?

Their eyes lingered on Romulus.

This enigmatic existence.

The Outsider.

He had overwhelmed the Spirit King with effortless dominance, as though subduing a mere child.

Yet, none among them dared to act.

They knew nothing of him, his origins, his nature, his limits.

And there was one universal truth, transcending race, status, and power: