The effect of the rules had been dramatically amplified.On the blazing surface of the sun, Apollo, new cracks spread like jagged wounds, splitting open across the stellar body.
Even during this age of the millennial Apocalypse, when countless celestial powers were unsealed, the stars themselves were still fettered by the binding of the universal laws. And for a stellar existence as overwhelmingly mighty as Apollo, the chains of those rules were unimaginably heavy.
"Apollo, this ti you will die without question."Daniel’s voice carried no hint of warmth. His gaze, cold and piercing, was locked firmly upon the distant, collapsing sun.
Almost at the sa mont, a great storm of arrows descended. teors fell in torrents, each arrow suffused with elental attributes of every kind, raining down upon the surface of the burning star.
Daniel, however, knew very clearly in his heart that such elental assaults could hardly scratch the sun. What could truly harm Apollo was not fire, ice, or lightning—it was spiritual pollution, the direct assault upon the mind and essence.
And yet, Daniel had still underestimated the resilience of the stellar sovereign.
With a roar that shook the void, Apollo erupted in fury. A terrifying wave of heat exploded outward from his surface. The violent tide of fla blasted across the starry abyss, scattering thousands of incoming light-arrows as though they were nothing more than dry leaves swept away by a storm.
Even with his movents restricted by Daniel’s divine ice, Apollo was by no ans helpless.
On the other side, Milla, who had been observing the battle closely, did not look alard at this sudden counterstrike. Instead, her expression showed open astonishnt, her eyes widening as she glanced at the man beside her.
"Lord Daniel," she breathed, awe slipping into her tone, "this skill of yours is extraordinary... to think even the Sun Apollo can be restrained by it!"
Her words were accompanied by action. At a short distance away, she conjured open a swirling portal, its black-rimd edges whispering of a terrible presence waiting beyond.
"Dark Star Jarvan, it is your turn to enter the stage."
With that summons, a colossal shadow stepped forth. The form of Dark Star Jarvan materialized within the abyss, his aura spreading instantly like a suffocating tide.
Only then did Daniel suddenly realize that he had, in so inexplicable way, completely overlooked Jarvan’s existence up until now. It was as if the thought of his ally had been erased from his mory.
Could it have been the work of the Mist Goddess?Surely, only her hand could so silently obscure the presence of such a key figure—even from Daniel’s own awareness.
At so unknown ti, Jarvan had already been resurrected. But the Mist Goddess had cloaked all knowledge of his return, concealing every trace so deeply that even Daniel himself had failed to sense it.
Such finesse of divine trickery—this truly was the caliber of the Mist Goddess.
Although these thoughts rippled through Daniel’s heart, his actions never faltered. He extended his hand and invoked [Command Stellar], binding its effect upon Dark Star Jarvan.
The skill’s essence was simple yet overwhelming: it allowed one to temporarily manipulate the rules themselves. Under its influence, Jarvan was freed, if only for a ti, from the crushing shackles of the cosmic laws.
Liberated from the bindings, Jarvan’s dormant power awakened explosively. At once he surged forward, hurling himself into the offensive against Apollo.
In an instant, the surface of Jarvan’s vast body beca coated in a viscous armor of molten black lava, flowing and writhing as though alive. Under his command, that dark magma extended outward, twisting into countless tendrils that writhed toward the burning sun.
The abyss shook as the fiery surface of Apollo was seized and smothered by the creeping, black corrosion.
This black magma, while superficially resembling the chaotic hue of the Filth of God, was fundantally different. Where the Filth was tangled and impure, Jarvan’s substance radiated a dreadful purity—a concentrated darkness born from the void itself.
Sensing its encroachnt, Apollo roared in rage, unleashing torrents of dazzling fire to repel it. His voice thundered across the abyss:
"Cursed thief! Jarvan—why are you here?!""Return my Solar Core at once! You despicable plunderer!"
The star quaked with violent convulsions. Apollo was consud by wrath. And yet, despite his fury, his body remained heavily fettered by Daniel’s divine ice. Even the mightiest of stellar beings could not shrug off shackles wrought from the highest law.
Bound and burning, Apollo glared toward Daniel. His voice cracked with anguish and fury:
"Wretched human—what have you done to ?!"
His body continued to disintegrate before their eyes.Punished by the rules themselves, and further suppressed by Daniel’s mastery over the stellar laws, Apollo’s collapse quickened with every passing mont.
Daniel, standing aloof amidst the turmoil, allowed himself a thin smile.
"I have done little," he replied coldly. "It is simply that you are too feeble to resist the chill of eternity."
As he spoke, he summoned forth all of his avatars, scattering them in orbit around Apollo’s convulsing form, a ring of vigilance against any unforeseen turn.
Under Daniel’s suppressive influence, the breakdown of the solar star accelerated, while Dark Star Jarvan, unshackled, drew upon ever greater strength. Bit by bit, Jarvan was siphoning away Apollo’s very essence, stealing his blazing might into his own abyssal body.
Apollo’s screams reverberated, shaking the void.
"Accursed Jarvan! Accursed human!""So this is it—you had planned this all along! A secret alliance struck in shadow!"
The roaring voice of the sun rumbled through the abyss, accompanied by shockwaves of energy.
Even weakened, Apollo’s power remained staggering. His sheer fury caused weaker abyssal creatures to collapse, crushed to death in terror from nothing more than the resonance of his wrath.
Even Malkar, the dreaded Emperor of the Abyss, trembled with dread. The scale of this conflict was beyond comprehension. Was this the power of humans now? A duel so ferocious that even the sovereign Apollo was utterly suppressed?
Daniel t Apollo’s accusations with nothing but a contemptuous smile. He did not deign to respond.
It was Jarvan who stepped forward, his voice a low, cutting sneer:
"Apollo, I have awaited this day for a long, long ti."
The words were a blade of provocation. Apollo’s fury ignited anew, blazing even through his shackles.
"I will kill you!" he roared.And with a final surge, he unleashed his most devastating technique.
[Blazing Sun – Heaven’s Scorch!]
In the blink of an eye, incandescent radiance engulfed the abyss. The entire void blazed white, drowned in the fury of a star’s core. For a heartbeat, it seed as though Apollo’s wrath would incinerate everything.
But it lasted only that instant.
Imdiately, the boundless cold of Daniel’s divine frost returned, suppressing the solar inferno, smothering it in a blanket of silence and ice.
"Give up your struggle," Daniel intoned softly, raising his hand. "It is aningless."
With that, he unleashed the Dark Void Domain.
The abyss warped. All light was expelled, devoured into the endless black. Within this domain, Daniel decreed, no illumination could exist.
Thus, Apollo’s mighty blaze—prepared with such effort—was extinguished in the very mont it appeared. Within the dominion of the void, no radiance survived without Daniel’s leave.
"Apollo," Daniel declared, his tone cruel and implacable, "all of your powers are sealed by . Tell —what cards remain in your hand? What desperate trick could save you now?"
His voice was cold, like judgnt delivered by an eternal tribunal.
"If you have no other ans, then today is your death. And let grant you one final truth: the god you worshipped so faithfully has already cast you aside."
"Continue your futile resistance, and tell —what worth remains in you now?"
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