Chapter 112: Apollo’s Plan

Please…not here… she thought. I can't…die here…

Apollo's mocking laughter echoed over the storm.

The fortress snail's divine, yet distorted, radiance spilled into every corner of the battered city, and tens of thousands of maddened demons continued their reckless stampede.

Even as the confrontation reached a breaking point, Hazel Ross's fate hung in precarious balance, hostage to the worm that threatened to tear her mind apart—and to Apollo's ruthless ambition, which aimed to exploit her soul.

Hazel Ross clutched her forehead, her slender fingers trembling from the pain drilling into her skull.

Needles of agony pressed from all sides, as if thousands of tiny barbs were lodging themselves into her mind. She sank to her knees, gasping for breath.

"Hazel, what's wrong?!" Elias Vaughn demanded, eyes blazing with urgent concern.