Without warning, Apollo and his guardian landed lightly on the cliff's edge. No aura. No sound. Just their calm presence.
The five figures spun around in disbelief, instantly raising their defences.
Apollo stood with a calm smile, as if greeting old acquaintances.
"Leaving without saying goodbye? That's a little rude."
His tone was light, but the gravity of his presence pressed down on the entire mountain.
The leader's eyes widened, feeling shocked, as he didn't notice until they appeared. "How—how did you—"
His expression was twisted behind the cloak and filled with anger and shame. He just, after coming out to this new Rion, let someone follow him.
But he quickly calmed down. "Bastard, you are being cocky; how dare you two try to follow us? This will cost you two."
"Oh come, let me see what you guys can do." Apollo calmly said, looking at the leader.
Unacceptable.
