The sword seemed to have turned into a brand-new sword, yet the ancient aura of an unknown time still lingered on it. Apollo felt his heart connected to it.
Thump! Thump!
It seemed to synchronise with his heartbeat.
With every heartbeat his aura seemed to become stronger, spreading outward in quiet waves. The exhaustion that had nearly overwhelmed him began to vanish, and his drained strength returned at a terrifying speed.
But it was not merely recovery.
Apollo could feel it clearly—everything about him was being refined.
His divine energy became purer. His spirit sharpened. His soul grew denser, more profound.
With every passing moment, he was becoming stronger, as if the sword itself was tempering him, reshaping him into something closer to perfection.
