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After Apophis revealed its identity, Dorgul couldn’t shake off his shock for quite some time.
“So, you’re telling me that you’re really that Apophis…”
The unbelievable information clogged his head. It was just too much to sort it out. He didn’t even know where to start questioning it.
He downed a glass of ice-cold water so cold it hurt his teeth. Wiping his lips with the back of his hand, Dorgul let out a deep breath. A faint, gray energy drifted up from the tiny, floating shovel.
There is no doubt about it… Dorgul had once witnessed Solomon wielding Apophis with his own eyes.
The thick gray demonic energy now emanating from that shovel was identical to that of the demon sword that had once plunged the Deep Realm into terror during the Great War.
“F-fine. I believe you. Please, just take that energy away,” Dorgul pleaded.
—Tch.
Apophis clicked its tongue, and the energy engulfing the forge dissipated.
Dorgul’s breathing came easier now, his posture relaxing slightly. It wasn’t unexpected, as exposure to Apophis’ power would be unbearable for an ordinary administrator.
He had more than a few lingering thoughts, but one question stood out above the rest. What was the relationship between Do-Jun and Apophis? From the way they spoke, it was obvious they weren’t strangers. They talked like old acquaintances, not people...
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