"Excellent," Apolaki grinned as both arrows almost found their target. He crossed his arms, feeling a sense of pride watching his children demonstrate their growing skills in shooting with their bows. Although they missed some, it wasn't that far from the main target either. "Great job, Sol," he praised. "And excellent shot, Bellum."

The God of Sun and War found Sol and Bellum in the midst of a gruesome battlefield following the end of a devastating war. These young beings were born from the fury and wrath of the soldiers who fought in the conflict. Recognizing that they weren't just some human babies, Apolaki ought to raise these youthful kids and mold them in his own image—to turn them into fierce warriors worthy of inheriting his godly reigns as the God of the Sun and War one day, when they reach the pinnacle of their power.

Apolaki adhered to a consistent routine; he made it a weekly ritual to visit an earthly forest to train his girls in the art of combat. Despite single handedly raising two children, he strived to shape them into perfect beings, each possessing their own unique qualities. Sol was a cheerful girl, whose sunny and warm presence always brought joy to the other Gods. Bellum, on the other hand, was innately strong; she showcased remarkable progression in her combat abilities the more she trained.

He lowered himself to their level and pointed towards a nearby tree that was laden with ripe apples. "How about we try shooting at that?" he suggested. “And maybe we cou-”

Apolaki paused, his senses immediately alert as he heard the sound of foliage crunching underfoot. Acting swiftly, he quickly took Sol’s bow and grabbed an arrow, pivoting around and readying himself to shoot at whoever was approaching.

Seeing how Apolaki was extremely wary, you quickly raised your arms in a gesture of truce—showing him that you intended no harm. “Ah,” Apolaki let out a breath of relief as he realized who it was. He lowered the bow, his expression softening as he asked, "What brings you here?"