“The seventh age,” Sam whispered, his brow creasing.
“For the seventh time since the first, the Spirit of Hope descended onto the mortal world and gave humanity hope in the form of your predecessors; the men and women who would form the foundation of the current society you heroes enjoy today,” Apollo said in an upbeat tone.
“And that’s why there was a Pandora during World War II,” Sam realized.
Apollo nodded.
Sam walked over to the floating image of a man in an all-green uniform that had all sorts of medals pinned on his chest. He wore a golden crown that was shaped like the rays of the sun, and he had a golden cape flowing behind him, too.
“It’s him,” Sam breathed.
“Yup, that’s Captain Solar, chairman of the Legends of Liberty, and my number one kid back in those days,” Apollo revealed.