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1703 The Last Dance XI. (The End)

Sometime earlier, back in the capital city...

With one helpless sigh, Apollo disappeared after a flash of light...When he reappeared again, he was already millions of kilometers away from the eternal kingdom.

'So, how are we supposed to find him, smartass?' Apollo said with a vexed tone as he extended his senses to far distances, but nothing came up on his radar.

He knew that as long as Felix was inside the dreamrealm, it would be near impossible to find him.

'Chase down Uranus.' His alter ego ordered coldly, 'If he caught him, we will help him out, and if not, we will wait until he shows himself.'

'Ahh, you are truly a pain in the ass.' Apollo complained, but he did as he was told.

Merging seamlessly with the dark matter that pervades the cosmos, he stealthily tracked Uranus's movements. Leveraging his mastery over the dark matter, he pinpointed Uranus's location with precision and set off in pursuit, a shadow moving through the vast emptiness of space.

Even though Uranus was using his spiritual pressure to conceal himself, he could not help leaving a trail of interrupted dark matter while traveling through it.

While he could have avoided leaving this trail, he saw no point in doing so. How could he have predicted that Apollo would turn against them?

A few moments later...

'My superstar sure knows how to make a big scene.' Apollo remarked enviously as he watched the fireworks popped off by Felix above the kingdom.

'Ahhh...If I were there, he would have been accompanied by the finest known sco...'

Before he could finish his statement, his eyes widened in disbelief after his senses picked on Felix's daring attempt to rescue Asna right before the three rulers.

A nanosecond later, the attempt ended up in failure. Yet, what made his heart skip a beat was the third ruler's sudden disappearance.

'Don't tell me he went inside the dreamrealm...' Apollo gulped a mouthful in fear, knowing deep down that his assumption was correct.

'Who gives a sh*t?! Keep chasing Uranus!' His alter ego didn't seem to care about the implications.

'Are you dumb?! Has your brain been rotted after you spent so much time in that place?' Apollo scolded with an agitated tone, 'It's a ruler! The paragon is done for! If we dared try to help him now, we would join the victim list.'

'If he dies, he dies.' Apollo's alter ego said coldly, 'Just keep a close distance from Uranus and be prepared to make your move. Otherwise, let me handle this and you can bitch in silence.'

'There is really no winning with you.'

Apollo could only wipe his imaginary tears and continue his chase, feeling like he was delivering his head to the gulag.

As much as he loved Felix and the drama he created, he knew how to separate entertainment from putting his life in jeopardy.

If it wasn't for his alter ego, he would have been spending his time playing music and when the whole situation calm down, return to his cushiony bed and have fun with his harem.

...

outer space, a series of subtle shockwaves

his direction and headed toward the source, he knew

'Follow him.'

'Shut up, I know.'

too and kept chasing after Uranus. During their journey, the shockwaves

questions in

going in there? Are they actually trading blows? A ruler? Trading

believe himself when he said it,

his eyes, the moment a ruler decided to get serious and get involved personally, the

mixture of curiosity and caution, he got closer and closer until arrived at

spatial

Uranus went through one of the

Don't let him leave your eyes.' His alter ego

am going, I am going,

in irritation as went towards one of those fissures. Just as he was about to enter one

'Huh?'

a spectacle

"FAAAAAAAAAAAALLL!!"

defiance, was smashing Amun-Ra with his hammer into the

Apollo felt a shiver run down his spine, his usually composed

witnessing the unthinkable. He expected many, many different outcomes of those two conflicts, but not in his wildest dreams did he expect

Apollo whispered to himself, his voice barely a murmur in the surreal silence of

a growing realization of the magnitude

by the gravity of the scene before him. 'Felix has not just crossed a line; he's obliterated

fear, respect, and an undeniable thrill

escaping through a void portal and Amun-Ra

has gone through another portal.' His alter

from a different void portal, which

is powerless in the matter universe!' His alter ego

'Ahhh!! Screw it!!'

through the collapsing Dreamrealm, a landscape coming undone at its

Rumble!! Rumble!!..

belied his usually tranquil demeanor, weaving between tumbling rocks, shards of what looked like skyglass,

was disintegrating around him, a tapestry of dreams unraveling into a

I don't think I will make it!'

fraying as it began to close, a narrow escape

make it

but the exhilaration of the chase, the thrill of racing against the

that shrinking gateway, the only

Whoosh!

divine speed, he surged forward, the portal's

a flicker of light, Apollo lunged, diving through the narrowing gap with mere fractions

on the other side just as the portal snapped shut behind him, the dream realm's final explosion echoing through the void, a world

'Darkness Cloak!'