(Apollo)
Hell breathed differently when Apollo lost control.
Shadows tightened. Fire held its breath. Stone trembled in its ancient foundations. The very air seemed to thicken with soot and heat, as if the realm itself were bracing for impact.
And tonight— Hell suffocated. The vaulted ceilings sweated molten tears, and the screaming faces carved into the pillars seemed to wince, their stone mouths warped in silent dread.
The palace tremored as Apollo slammed another demon scholar into a pillar of obsidian, the impact cracking the stone with a spiderweb of glowing fractures. The demon slid down the shattered surface, choking on ash, its limbs trembling. Shards of black glass rained around them, each fragment catching the red light like splinters of frozen blood.
Apollo did not let him
