Apollo was surprised not because he was sovereign but because he held the sword title, meaning he was the best swordsman in the Empyrean sword realm, where it was entirely possible for more than one sovereign to exist.
The door before Apollo trembled—then slowly began to open.
Apollo did not hesitate.
He was not at a level where he could speculate about a sovereign's intentions, nor did he believe himself qualified to question them. Overthinking would change nothing.
With a calm expression and steady steps, he crossed the threshold.
As he entered, his gaze sharpened—quiet anticipation burning beneath his composure.
He wanted to see for himself… what kind of opportunity could make even the Sword Sovereign open a door.
The world around him changed again, but this time, instead of a warm and calm garden, he was standing right in front of a tomb, to be exact, the tomb of swords.
