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In the midst of overwhelming difficulties, Wei Dong finally escaped beneath the Outer Tower, his back against the tower's sturdy structure, much like a soldier seeking the last shred of safety within a fortress. However, Nocturne and Sion did not retreat; instead, they surged forward with an unstoppable momentum, seemingly ready to launch their ultimate attack on Wei Dong at any moment. At this time, Sion's destructive presence and Nocturne's intermittently terrifying aura put unprecedented pressure on Wei Dong.
The darkness shrouding the mini-map made it impossible for Wei Dong to gauge his teammates' positions; he felt like a warrior on a deserted island, isolated and helpless. In moments like these, every second felt like a race against death, uncertain whether reinforcements would arrive in the next moment or if Nocturne and Sion would push the advancing minions under the tower to launch a deadly assault.
Wei Dong's breathing became heavy, each heartbeat seemingly reminding him of the impending crisis. He placed all his hopes on the approaching reinforcements while silently calculating how to survive in unfavorable circumstances and even find an opportunity to counterattack. However, the relentless passage of time only intensified Wei Dong's sense of tension and isolation. He knew that the next moments could be the most critical in this battle.
In that bottomless darkness, Wei Dong stood alone beneath the Outer Tower, his vision consumed by Nocturne's ultimate ability. The surroundings seemed to be engulfed in endless night, with not a glimmer of light to be found. In the darkness, the roars of Sion and Nocturne echoed like thunder in his ears, each sound testing Wei Dong's courage and determination.
Wei Dong felt an unprecedented sense of isolation, as if stranded on a deserted island surrounded by gathering dark tides. He shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the darkness, but there was no response, as if the world had forgotten his existence. Nevertheless, an unshakable determination burned in his heart, shining brightly and resolute in the darkness.
Wei Dong knew deeply that in such dire circumstances, only he could break through this darkness. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself, focusing all his strength and willpower. He recalled all the past battles and challenges, every victory achieved through his own efforts and perseverance. Now, even in the face of unknown fears, he could not give up.
"I am Wei Dong, a warrior of Demacia! The darkness will eventually disperse, and the light will surely come!" Wei Dong silently recited in his heart, every word and every sentence seemed like a spell against the darkness, giving him endless power. He opened his eyes, even though he couldn't see ahead, his heart could clearly sense the presence of every enemy.
At this moment, the figures of Nocturne and Sion began to appear blurry in his perception. Wei Dong no longer hesitated, he raised his sword to meet them in battle. Even in absolute darkness, Wei Dong's fighting spirit burned like a flame, not only illuminating his heart but also leaving an indomitable mark in the darkness.
Nocturne's shadow rapidly approached, but Wei Dong evaded the deadly blow with his keen intuition. Sion's heavy strikes were like a raging storm, but with the support of the turret under the turret, Wei Dong showed no fear. Like a dandelion in the wind, despite being trapped in the storm, he remained resilient, demonstrating the indomitable spirit of a Demacia warrior.
This battle was not just a clash of power, but also a test of will. Wei Dong knew that as long as he didn't give up, there would always be a glimmer of light breaking through the darkness. He firmly believed that his teammates were also fighting fiercely in their respective positions, united in facing this unprecedented challenge.
Wei Dong stood under the protection of the turret, sweat dripping onto the ground, leaving countless marks of battle. In front of him, Sion advanced relentlessly, seemingly undying, disregarding the fierce firepower from the tower. The oppressive feeling brought by Sion's massive axe nearly suffocated Wei Dong. With the activation of his Skill W, Soul Furnace, a heavy shield formed around him, making even the pressure in the air feel heavier. The turret's attacks were nothing more than ants trying to shake a tree to him.
Nocturne's presence felt like the arrival of death itself; his unpredictable figure moved through the darkness, appearing and disappearing. Each flash seemed to herald the approach of death. Wei Dong knew that Nocturne was waiting for the perfect opportunity; a precise ambush could end this battle. He had to remain calm, analyzing every movement. Every dodge was crucial, and each counterattack had to be executed flawlessly.
Wei Dong faces an unprecedented threat under the combined forces of Sion and Nocturne. The rock-solid defense of Sion and the shadow-like attacks of Nocturne create immense pressure for Wei Dong. Each swing of Sion's axe sends a shiver from the depths of his soul, while Nocturne waits in the darkness for that fatal strike.
In the face of such dire circumstances, Wei Dong quickly considers countless possibilities for battle, trying to find a glimmer of hope. However, with Sion's relentless pursuit and Nocturne's swift and elusive nature, Wei Dong's situation becomes even more challenging. Isolated and unsupported under the tower, he confronts the invisible chains of darkness and the scythe of death. His Garen wields a massive sword, attempting to find light in the darkness and hope in despair.
Wei Dong knows very well that facing formidable enemies like Sion and Nocturne, he cannot afford to be careless. Every dodge, every counterattack, must be calculated with precision. But with Sion's shield and Nocturne's shadow attacks, every step of Wei Dong feels like walking on thin ice, every breath is filled with oppression. In this extreme environment, a strong fighting spirit rises in Wei Dong's heart. He knows that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will never give up easily.
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