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"Boom!"
The storm howled, and Tastandin's clothes instantly tore apart, his body slammed into the thick stone wall, blood trickling down and staining half of the wall!
Garen slowly walked over.
When Sinful Burden had fallen upon Garen, it had nearly shattered his willpower. The level of pain and torment was something even Garen had never experienced before. This time, he was able to sever it largely because Stormblade had awakened, and partly because Tastandin's power seemed weaker than it had been ten years ago.
Perhaps during these ten years, Tastandin had taken some special actions.
In any case, Garen did not let his guard down despite the severe injury to his opponent. He gripped his Greatsword tightly, ready for action.
Back in Demacia, Garen had been constantly on the move. After arriving on the Godeyas Continent, he had been even busier, not only completing the construction of the Watchtower but also guarding against enemy plots. He rarely had time to rest, and during the ten years in a frozen state, he had been suffocated by Sinful Burden, but in a sense, it had also been a form of rest.
After this period of adjustment, Garen's mindset was once again solidified, far more than what he had gained from overcoming himself in the Trial Space.
At that moment, Garen suddenly realized something and quickly approached the blood-stained stone wall...
Inside the large hole, Tastandin was still wearing that black coat, which was riddled with tears. However, beneath the black fabric lay a grotesque Skeleton!
There was no skin, no flesh... only a terrifying and chilling white skeleton! Two hollow eye sockets were staring intently at Garen.
With the hilt of his sword, Garen prodded it slightly, and with a "clatter," the entire skeleton instantly fell apart!
Clearly,
Tastandin had escaped.
The consequences of forcibly borrowing the power of Eternity were immense.
After all, a servant who uses their master's belongings without permission will inevitably face severe punishment.
Tastandin stumbled toward the palace, as if he might fall at any moment. His muscles had withered to the point of being frail, and he looked exceptionally gaunt. Indeed, he should not have summoned Eternal Power.
It was like a dog that eats leftovers from its bowl every day; how much and how it eats is no one's concern. But if it greedily consumes more than the allotted amount and climbs onto its master's table to steal food... it would face the consequence of having its leg broken.
As a servant of Eternity, Tastandin received Eternal Power periodically. However, recently, all his strength had been invested in an upcoming ritual, so when he used Eternal Power just now, it was akin to a dog stealing food from the table—he would ultimately be punished.
Since Tastandin had given orders not long ago, there was no one in the palace.
With a creak, he pushed open the large door at the far end and hurried to the two jars before him.
These items were originally what he had requested from the Eternal Lord for the Ritual, but now that was clearly impossible.
Not to mention that there was still over half a month until the next replenishment of Eternal Power; just the presence of Garen outside the hall was enough for Tastandin to die dozens of times.
With a clang, Tastandin lifted one of the jars and gulped down the liquid inside.
Yes, he had given up on the Ritual!
Just as he had forcibly used Eternal Power knowing he would be punished... stealing ritual items and forcefully utilizing Eternal Power would indeed bring Tastandin irreparable consequences, even horrific punishments!
But this was merely punishment.
If it fell into Garen's hands, however, he would face the most dangerous situation ever!
To put it bluntly, he was going to die.
After drinking half of the thick liquid from the jar, Tastandin's muscles swelled back up, and as he returned to his original form, his skin began to turn a deep shade of blue-green. With two muffled sounds of "thud!" "thud!", two bloody tumors erupted from his back, tearing through his flesh, and then transformed into a pair of grotesque flesh wings with a whoosh.
At the same time, Tastandin's hair and eyebrows rapidly fell out, revealing a bald head adorned with swirling patterns of Black Purple.
...
After downing the entire jar of liquid, Tastandin had completely transformed into another person. He exuded a chilling aura that spread throughout the palace, causing the flowers on the balcony to wilt with a rustle, their petals falling away.
Even within the nearby palace, a certain White-Clad Archbishop suddenly felt unwell, as if suffocating. He rolled on the ground in discomfort; it wasn't just him—the guards inside the hall exhibited similar symptoms...
"Bang!"
Suddenly! The palace doors were shattered by a fierce wind, and outside stood Garen, carrying Stormblade on his back as he ascended the steps.
Garen scanned the murky atmosphere within the hall and frowned slightly before his gaze landed on Tastandin.
Tastandin's slit-like pupils twisted into a grin. "You're late!"
His voice was hoarse and deep like a beast's, accompanied by an eerie buzzing that echoed throughout the palace.
At that moment, with a loud crash, the cross-shaped wooden structure fell to the ground, releasing a dazzling purple light from its vertical slats. Another jar shattered with a clatter, releasing a dense mist that flooded the entire palace like crashing waves!
Simultaneously, the vertical wooden slats grew more vibrant in color and expanded gradually, resembling a purple plank bridge.
Garen's expression shifted slightly; however, he paid no mind to the Purple Plank but instead looked up at the palace ceiling. His gaze pierced through to see the azure sky changing rapidly as dark clouds rolled in overhead!
This scene was familiar to Garen; it was exactly like what had occurred when Starsea Island appeared!
This time, Garen could clearly feel that his opponent was coming straight for him!
"Enjoy the taste of Eternity!" Tastandin laughed coldly, his voice filled with excitement.
Although this cloud was nothing compared to the true existence of Eternity, and summoning it had nearly exhausted Tastandin's power, it was still enough to trap Garen.
In fact, Tastandin had always known this method; he just hadn't made the decision because the cost was too great. Now, pushed into this situation by Garen, he found a reason to go through with it.
He quickly stepped onto the Purple Plank and then began to run wildly...
The mist around him grew thicker, and against its backdrop, the light of the narrow bridge appeared especially bright, while Tastandin's figure gradually faded away...
Yes, this was one of the passages out of Immortal City!
Tastandin's expression was one of extreme pain; clearly, escaping in this manner would bring him unimaginable torment. But he couldn't afford to relax, as that cloud was ultimately not a true existence of Eternity and could only hold Garen for a moment. He had to seize this opportunity to escape.
On the other side, Garen's Rune Armor emitted blinding beams of red and white light, accompanied by a hissing roar. Black smoke rose up as if enveloped by an immensely suppressed power. Garen felt an uncontrollable agitation within him, and once again, the deep despair from ten years ago resurfaced...
However, this time, Garen stood still for just a moment before walking toward the narrow bridge.
His steps were incredibly heavy, clearly bearing immense pain...
At that moment, Tastandin's figure had become semi-transparent. His eyes were filled with terror as he struggled to believe that Garen could still move. Then his pupils began to widen; in his line of sight, Garen raised the Stormblade.
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