Apollo glanced at the cut-up pieces of the scrawny man. Blood and guts were everywhere, but he didn't even bat an eyelid.
"You knew you were going to die. That's why you still tried to attack me," Apollo whispered as he picked up the severed arm beside him. "Very understandable, very understandable. But thank you for leaving me this gift."
After taking the ring and tossing the hand back at the fake Devil's remains, he examined the ring closely.
It was a simple ornament—black, engraved with unknown symbols. It didn't give off the usual vibe of an Artefact, but as he looked closer, Apollo could feel the cold, terrifying energy leaking from it.
A different kind of energy—Not Qi.
This wasn't the first time Apollo had sensed this kind of power. The previous Mayor of Belthias City had also released something similar. Though unlike this ring's pure black energy, that fat mayor's aura had been reddish-black.
