Tartarus' Doors

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The battle between them all continued to grow heated as the moments passed with haste. Alongside, each rapid exchange contributed to the further deterioration of Apollo's condition. Yet, throughout this all, Apollo remained smiling. 

The flickering aura continued to climb up his body, now nearly reaching his waist. It seemed he was hiding an attack that was not quite ready yet, but he was well aware of his current state. After all, part of his mind was forcefully converted back to its rational form by none other than Ouroboros.

"Master, you have temporarily released your seal? You know it will cost extremely large quantities of different items to resolve the issue that follows, right?" Ouroboros asked, looking at Apollo.