Apollo's body had made significant reparations. His organs were restored, while the layers of bone returned. As for the cracks in his bones, they mended seamlessly, like they were never there in the first place. His skin regrew on top of his body, without losing the toughness it had before.
And the craziest part was that a healthy layer of muscle and fat remained on his body. Despite performing an action that would seemingly use up so much energy, he was still fine.
Essentially as good as new.
At this moment, his iron coin that was still miraculously in his pocket began heating up tremendously, almost like a fire had started.
Apollo sat up with a little bit of difficulty, letting out an exasperated groan. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the iron coin that was shining brightly with the pattern of a smiling devil on one side and the association's symbol on the other.