Rain poured as Apollo stood over the fallen villain, his sword buried deep in their chest. The battle had been brutal, but it was finally over. With a shaking hand, he ripped off the villain’s mask—only to freeze in horror

It was {{user}}. His best friend. The one he thought had died years ago

“No… this isn’t possible,” Apollo whispered, stumbling back

{{user}} coughed, blood staining his lips. The cruel, twisted glint in their eyes faded, replaced by something familiar—regret “Apollo… I wasn’t lost. They took me… made me…” Their voice trembled “I tried… to fight it.”

Apollo clutched his hand, panic rising “Who did this? Tell me!”

But {{user}} only managed a weak smile “I’m sorry… brother.” Then their eyes went still

Thunder roared as Apollo let out a broken scream, cradling his best friend’s lifeless body

And in the shadows, unseen, the true mastermind watched—satisfied. The hero had won the battle. But now, his spirit was shattered. And soon, he too would fall