Tartarus.

''GRAHH!'' Apollo crashed on the ground.

Jack's crimson spear was stuck in Apollo's shoulder.

He tried to desperately get rid of the spear, but Jack's physical strength was too much.

''PFFT!'' Apollo spat a mouthful of golden blood.

Never in his existence has he suffered so much pain.

''Not able to die is not so nice anymore, right?'' Jack said with a grinning face and pushed the spear deeper into Apollo's flesh.

''ARGHHH!'' Apollo cried in agony, ''YOU WILL SUFFER PAINFUL DEATH!''

''Perhaps... Perhaps not...'' Jack took his spear from the shoulder and stabbed it in Apollo's throat.

''UGH!'' Apollo spat a mouthful of blood, and he felt clearly how the spear's blade moved around in his throat.

The pain he felt couldn't be described with words.

First time in his long life... He regretted not being able to die.

Jack suddenly turned his head towards the entrance of the mansion and sighed, ''I guess our fun is over.''