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As fatigue and complex emotions entwined, Gragas's consciousness gradually sank into a dream. In the dream, he found himself standing alone in a vast snowy field, surrounded by endless white snow, giving a deep sense of loneliness and cold. The air was filled with a bone-chilling cold wind, stimulating his skin and making him shiver involuntarily.
The silence around him was broken by pairs of mysterious eyes, shimmering with a deep blue flame in the snow. These eyes were cold, hollow, and carried an ominous omen, staring straight at Gragas as if peering into the depths of his fear and secrets.
Gragas felt an inexplicable panic and tension in his dream. He turned to escape, but no matter how hard he tried, those eyes seemed to always follow him, just like the thoughts and emotions he couldn't escape in his heart. He began to quicken his pace, attempting to escape this suffocating dream.
Amidst this chaos and fear, Gragas suddenly heard a familiar voice, faintly drifting in the wind. He stopped, trying to listen to the voice, but could only catch indistinct murmurs. This voice seemed to carry a hint of warmth, a glimmer of hope, providing him with a bit of comfort in this cold and lonely dream.
Deep in the dream, Gragas traversed the endless snowfields, pursuing the clear and melodious sound like silver bells. In this boundless world of white snow, this sound seemed to be the only guide, leading him forward.
Finally, at the end of the vast snowy expanse, Gragas saw a familiar figure - Darius. The man he both loved and hated in the real world. In the dream, Darius was bravely battling a group of Frosty Puppets. He fought bare-handed, but with every punch and every leap, he exuded fearless courage and extraordinary strength.
Gragas stood in the distance, quietly observing Darius. He gazed at the determined and courageous face, feeling a surge of complex emotions. In that moment, Gragas felt deep admiration and profound emotions for Darius. The Darius in his dreams seemed like an unshakable rock, steadfastly guarding some belief.
A hint of doubt arose in Gragas's heart. Why would he see Darius fighting so valiantly in such a dream? Could it be some kind of expectation deep within him for Darius, or a feeling for Darius that he himself had not noticed?
In the dream, Gragas unconsciously moved closer to Darius, wanting to stand by his side and fight alongside him. But at that moment, the dream suddenly changed, Gragas's body began to gradually fade, the world of the dream started to distort and shatter, and Darius's figure also became increasingly blurry.
In that fading dream, Gragas reached out his hand, wanting to touch Darius, but his fingers only touched a wisp of air.
Gragas shouted emotionally, his voice echoing in the void, filled with chaos and a longing for understanding: "Darius! Why? Why did you save me? What's the reason?" This was a question he had been unable to ask in reality, and one for which he had never received an answer.
His outstretched hand struggled in the void, trying to reach the gradually fading figure. In the chaos of the dream, Darius turned slowly to face Gragas. A warm smile appeared on his face, a deep and complex expression, as if containing countless unspoken words.
At that moment, a strong emotion surged in Gragas's heart, not only gratitude towards his comrades, but also deep confusion and an indescribable feeling. However, before he could delve deeper into these feelings, the dream abruptly ended, and everything disappeared.
Gragas suddenly woke from the dream, sitting on the bed, panting, with cold sweat covering his forehead. The room was quiet and dim, with only the gentle breeze outside rustling the curtains. His heart was still beating rapidly, the dream was too real, to the point that Gragas could hardly distinguish whether it was a dream or reality.
Gragas sat on the bed, his brows furrowed, a mix of confusion and anger in his heart. He couldn't understand why he would dream of such a scene, and why his dream self would have such intense emotional fluctuations towards the Noxus enemy Darius.
His heart was filled with the struggle of anger and pride. This enemy, Darius, was not only the Noxus general he hated, but also the mastermind behind the invasion of Freljord. Gragas couldn't tolerate that he had developed some inexplicable emotions towards such an enemy in his dream.
He felt a deep self-contradiction. On the one hand, he couldn't forget Darius's rescue, which was particularly precious in the desolate and icy land of Freljord. But on the other hand, Darius represented all his hatred and the symbol of war.
Gragas's mood was extremely complicated, and he felt a kind of unreleased oppression. Driven by this emotion, he clenched his fists and angrily struck the mattress. That blow seemed to contain all his anger and dissatisfaction, but at the same time, he also felt a hint of powerlessness and confusion in his heart.
The bedding on the bed was in disarray from his blow, and Gragas let out a deep sigh, burying his head in his hands. He knew that whether it was the struggle of war or personal emotions, he still had a long way to go.
Gragas stood at the window of the wooden house, his gaze piercing through the thin glass, staring at the world outside dressed in silver. He felt the excited emotions in his chest surging like a tide, but he resolutely suppressed them. He took a deep breath of the cold air, deciding to leave this emotionally turbulent little house and face the cold world outside.
Opening the wooden door, Gragas stepped out of the warm shelter and onto the snow-covered ground. The cold wind whistled, as if singing a song of ice and snow. He sat directly on the snow-covered ground, cross-legged, as snowflakes danced in the air, landing on his shoulders, hair, and his determined face.
Gragas closed his eyes, allowing the cold wind and snowflakes to merge with his body. He tried to calm his fluctuating emotions in this way, to find the strong, fearless Frejlord Warrior within himself. In the midst of the wind and snow, his figure appeared lonely and resolute, as if in the quiet night, he was having a conversation with his own heart, searching for his true self.
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