Apollo and Angdalagon's expressions changed. Both were startled by the unusually powerful surge of Psychic Energy and turned to look in its direction.
Apollo, in particular, narrowed his eyes. He caught a familiar trace within that surge of Psychic Energy.
"Is that... the Solar Core?" Apollo tried to control himself, but shock still showed on his face.
Back then, he had lost the Solar Core when the Lord of Light took it away. It had vanished without a trace. Later, rumors claimed that his Solar Core had been secretly placed somewhere in the Asgar Kingdom.
Apollo had scoffed at those rumors. They were obviously a trap. The moment he left the underground to search for the Solar Core, the Lord of Light would catch him red-handed.
But the pulse of the Solar Core he felt now was real. He knew that particular surge of Psychic Energy far too well.
As for it being a trap, his arrival here with the White Dragon had been a complete accident. If someone could still scheme to catch him, he would have to chalk it up to rotten luck.
"Wait! Let's go take a look over there," Apollo said decisively, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Angdalagon had also felt that surging, fiery wave of Psychic Energy. He realized what it might be and how much it meant to Apollo, so he said nothing more. He turned and flew toward it.
One day earlier, in Oasis City-State, Mist World.
The entire city was on the highest alert. The Grand Elder had been assassinated not long before, and his younger brother had taken control of the City-State on the pretext of hunting down the Assassin. He had deployed troops to occupy key locations and suppressed every voice of opposition.
Inside Oasis City-State's grand assembly