His voice was calm; although there was still melancholy in his voice, he seemed to have accepted it. Anyway, he can do nothing about it, and this was the truth, so why bother with such things?
Apollo's gaze slowly passed over each of them, and though he said nothing more, they felt released, like prisoners whose sentence had been suspended by a merciful emperor.
The oppressive atmosphere lightened, and a breath of wind finally stirred the trees around the Fletcher estate again.
Inside the estate, Old Aragon let out a low whistle. "Well… that's one way to tell the world you're back."
Grandpa William smiled, wiping the corner of his eye as he watched from the balcony.
"That's my grandson."
The ten Void God realm ancestors sighed in relief—deep, shaky breaths that seemed to carry away the weight of invisible mountains. They didn't dare linger. Without another word, they turned and quietly left the Fletcher Estate, their once-proud figures now humbled by the encounter.
