Apollo noticed the difference, as it seems others didn't experience the same as him, and he was the only one who saw those mysterious words.
For them, the monument was just that—an ancient structure, awe-inspiring but silent.
Apollo's heartbeat steadied as his mind worked quickly. 'Why me?' His instincts whispered that what he'd seen wasn't an illusion, nor something everyone could access. It was something hidden beneath the surface, a layer of mystery hidden beyond the world's understanding.
He lowered his head slightly, narrowing his eyes at the monumental gate as a flicker of golden light passed through his pupils. The mysterious sense was still there, faint but lingering at the edge of his perception, like a door left slightly open—inviting, but dangerous.
He raised his gaze again, his expression once more composed, almost indifferent. No one needed to know what he had just experienced.
