Out Of Control

... The Slaughter continued. The panicking gods were like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, fleeing in all directions under the fangs of wild beasts.

They wailed and wept, their distorted faces filled with despair and fear!

Once upon a time, they had once dominated this land. Behind every name was a series of brilliant legends. However, in today's story, they were just supporting characters.

"We can't hold on anymore!"Apollo, who was covered in blood, had already retreated to the front door of the villa.

Six of the seven strings of his seven-stringed zither had been broken, leaving only the last string. The golden arrows in the quiver on his back had long since been shot empty. However, this was not the most despairing thing. The most despairing thing was that his opponent was actually unharmed!