Apollo Versus Arke(Part-1)
Arke sat comfortably in his room, a wine glass in hand, within reach of a table piled high with fruits and meat.
With a satisfied smile, he reached for a red fruit and began eating it with relish.
"Ah, this is heaven," Arke sighed in contentment. "That b*tch will definitely die! Hahaha! And she'll suffer greatly!"
His laughter echoed inside the room, blending with the sounds of fighting outside.
As he laughed, he touched his chest, feeling that his injuries had fully healed. His smile widened. "With my wounds gone, I don't have to worry about winning first place."
After the battle with Bel, he had been gravely injured. If he hadn't been healed in time, he'd still be stuck in the Healing Room.
Thinking back to their fight, he knew it had been a close call. He had to abandon his defense, focusing solely on getting close enough to use his poison. Fortunately, it paid off, and the poison managed to enter her body.