Minutes passed, and as the fire spread, more and more portions of the roof began to fall, and the silo was gradually crumbling. Everything seemed to indicate that it wouldn't be long before the structure completely gave way.

As the silo suffered the destructive power of the fire, the agonizing screams and heart-wrenching cries from within were deafening to the young Tea, who was staring at the stone doors, fearing that the villagers trapped inside might manage to open them, and an enraged mob would suddenly come out to attack him. However, the harsh reality was that, despite the continuous pounding and scratching coming from inside the infernal trap, the door and the silo's walls did not yield. Gradually, the thuds became weaker as more peasants fell victim to the fire.

By this point, the inside of the silo was completely filled with smoke, and the heat inside was infernal. For the trapped peasants, it was quite challenging to move within the structure, and it became even more complex to find the exits. The task turned impossible when you tried to find a way out while a group of hundreds of desperate people around you were searching for the same. Unfortunately, this led to the poor peasants trapped in the large trap crushing each other to death as they tried to avoid the flames falling from the collapsing straw roof and vainly sought a way to escape death.

Realizing that the farmers seemed unable to open the doors and, for some reason, couldn't destroy the silo's wooden walls either, Apolo calmed down. It seemed that his descendant would emerge from this mission unharmed. However, just as Apolo reached that conclusion, something abnormal happened, and the alarms in the ghost's head began to go off: the ground was shaking!

The streets in the village began to tremble violently, and the buildings on their sides started to crumble. However, Apolo noticed with concern how his young descendant was too traumatized to react to the strange events happening in the village. Even though the houses around him were collapsing, and the ground was shaking violently, Tea couldn't tear his gaze away from the blazing silo.

A few minutes filled with madness passed until finally, the ghost observed that, fortunately, the silo just a few meters from the petrified young man withstood the tremors and remained standing until the earthquake had passed.

But just when Apolo thought it was all over, the streets around the silo began to shake violently, cracking and revealing deep fissures. Buildings damaged by the mysterious earthquake began to fall into these cracks.

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Seeing the entire village around the silo being destroyed, Apolo desperately tried to reason with his descendant: Tea had to flee this village! The earthquake that was unfolding was by no means normal; the cracks leading deep into the earth in the streets seemed more like the work of very complicated magic than something natural. For Apolo, everything indicated that an unknown enemy was trying to sink the village along with the soldiers, making them disappear into oblivion and never reach the siege.

But as incredible as it seemed, the silo remained untouched by the tremors, and Tea showed no reaction to the obvious destruction around him. Apolo tried to shout, mutter, think, scream, but nothing seemed to work: his descendant couldn't hear him!

Tired of trying strange things to get his descendant's attention, Apolo decided to leave Tea's body. Upon leaving, the departed spirit no longer heard the noise of destruction around him or the desperate cries from inside the silo. However, the destruction of the village continued before his eyes, and more and more streets were cracked, devouring everything in their path. Faced with the discouraging prognosis, Apolo tried to hit him, kick him, slap him, spit on him, and push his descendant, but everything he did was in vain. His incorporeal body simply passed through Tea.

Wide-eyed, Apolo watched as the silo finally began to shake, and despite that, Tea showed no reaction. The young man grabbed his head, trying to think of a way to make his descendant understand the critical situation they were in. However, as Apolo touched his face while grabbing his head, he felt something unusual. He realized that there was a mask on his face, which for some reason he had never been able to feel until this moment when he touched it with his own hands. Since the departed's body was somewhat transparent and completely naked, it was quite odd for Apolo to have a mask on his face, and even stranger was the fact that he had accidentally discovered it just now.

Dumbfounded, Apolo removed the mask, and his eyes blinked several times in disbelief as he realized that it was not a mask at all. Instead, the object that had been on his face all this time was none other than the silver mask given to him by his ancestor. Staring petrified as the silver mask's glow reflected the blazing silo, Apolo reacted and realized that, by sheer chance, this mask had been given to him by an ancestor named Tea when he was alive, and now that he was dead by the grace of fate, this descendant in front of him was also named Tea.

Despite this significant discovery, the flaming walls collapsing around his descendant took away Apolo's time to connect the obvious dots of this plot. Instead of pondering the motives, in a desperate attempt to try to save his descendant's life, Apolo floated closer to the young redhead's face and tried to place the silver mask on him, hoping that his experienced ancestor Tea would be the one to give the warning to this stunned young man.

To Apolo's great fortune, his desperate attempt worked, and the mask was able to interact with Tea's face, not passing through it like his hands.

*Ushh*...When the mask was correctly placed on Tea's face, a bright green flash emanated from Tea's eyes, completely blinding Apolo's vision.