"This war was no longer operating under the rules I calculated," Apollo muttered.
The pressure was on, with lives at stake.
The power of the oath unconsciously powering his instincts to step up to defend the empire.
The enemy force kept showing new signs of improve weaponry leaving even Apollo in awe and fear.
Everything was new.
His plans shattered like glass.
He could no longer rely on them.
Now with things happening and slipping out his control.
A bitter sense of regret hit him.
He should have made a move.
He should have never ignore his chances.
Something he never thought much about before.
Because he had always believed he was one step ahead of his enemies.
However, it was a mistake.
He failed to analyze the scale of how prepared the Aileenians were. And now he was facing the consequences of all his mistakes.
Apollo pushed the power of the authorities to aid the withering shield.
The power surged, and the inevitable slowed down.
