Standing in the middle of a giant crater with black mist covering the entire area, Apollo raised his clenched hand.
A stinging pain shot from his right fist—the one he'd used to punch the Devil. It was covered in cuts, with black blood oozing out, stretching all the way up to his elbow.
"I didn't see it," Apollo muttered, a frown creasing his face. He recalled what had happened… and still, he hadn't seen a single thing—how his hand ended up in this state.
"You f*cker!"
Suddenly, a thunderous voice reverberated across the Wadis.
Turning toward the sound, Apollo saw the Devil floating high in the sky.
Their robes and hair fluttered wildly from the intense wind, and black water covered their body like armor.
Apollo narrowed his eyes. He could see pure rage etched into the Devil's face.
"What do you mean I'm a fcker?!" Apollo shouted back. "Did I fck your mom or something?!"
Then he raised his middle finger in a taunting gesture.
