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Sunan witnessed Yanyan vomiting repeatedly, her emotions spiraling out of control. "Damn it! You're really terrible! Can't you practice more?" His voice was laced with unmistakable anger and disappointment, clearly dissatisfied with Yanyan's performance.
Yolo, on the other hand, displayed more sympathy and understanding. He quietly moved to Yanyan's side, carefully helping her up, trying to provide the necessary support and comfort. His eyes were filled with concern as he softly reassured Yanyan, attempting to alleviate her distress.
At that moment, God Tone was completely captivated by the astonishing magical power unleashed by Wei Dong. His eyes reflected shock and awe. God Tone knew his own magic was powerful, but witnessing Wei Dong's display made him realize just how much room he had for improvement. The sheer magnitude of that magical force seemed far greater than what he currently possessed, filling him with admiration.
Sergeant Rad exhibited unwavering determination and strength as he slammed his shield into the ground with a thud, muscles tensed and expression serious. He gripped the shield tightly, doing his utmost to block the magical waves released by Wei Dong, trying to provide a relatively safe haven for those around him. His figure appeared particularly steadfast under the pressure of the powerful magic, seemingly unafraid.
Nearby, Polnareff was also striving to assist. He remained calm amidst the chaos, helping Sergeant Rad stabilize the situation and attempting to minimize the impact of the magical fluctuations on those nearby. Polnareff's actions were swift and methodical, showcasing his experience and sense of responsibility. Together they faced an unprecedented challenge, each doing their best to protect one another from severe harm.
As Polnareff shouted loudly in the chaos of the Assembly Hall, his voice was nearly drowned out by the ongoing violent magical storm. His face was tense, eyes anxiously scanning everyone present, hoping someone would respond quickly to his call. He suddenly yelled, "Hey! You guys, help hold up the shield! Stop slacking off!" His tone was filled with an undeniable command and urgency.
God Tone immediately reacted to Polnareff's shout. He waved his arms dramatically, signaling Yolo and the recovering Yanyan to come forward quickly for support. However, he himself did not engage in actual defense; instead, he chose to cheer for Wei Dong in an almost theatrical manner, jumping around and shouting as if treating the dire situation like an exciting performance.
Yolo and Yanyan approached the massive shield with evident reluctance and helplessness. Yolo's expression was serious and focused as he poured all his strength into stabilizing the shield against the relentless magical storm. Meanwhile, Yanyan struggled to mask her discomfort but could not fully hide the pallor on her face or the fear in her eyes; her hands trembled as she barely managed to support the shield, occasionally shaking from the impact of the magic.
Seeing this, Sunan had no choice but to join them. Though filled with complaints internally, he understood that every bit of strength mattered in such a critical moment. Gritting his teeth and furrowing his brow, he sought to find his place in this seemingly desperate effort.
At that moment, Sergeant Rad roared ahead as the shield clanged loudly with each impact from the magical waves that crashed against it. His form stood like an unyielding mountain; muscles bulged from exertion as sweat dripped from his forehead onto the ground. Beside him, Polnareff also assisted; despite his age, he demonstrated unexpected resilience and vigor in this crisis, doing everything he could to stabilize the young Summoners as they collectively battled against the magical storm.
As debris continued to fall from the ceiling of the Assembly Hall and lights flickered erratically, Darius's patience finally reached its limit. He slammed his hand on the table angrily; the loud bang echoed throughout the hall as if seeking a glimmer of hope amidst the raging magical storm.
"Swen!" Darius's voice nearly drowned out the surrounding chaos. "You're being ridiculous! End this duel immediately! There's still time to turn back before it's too late! Otherwise, we're all going to die here! Can't you see how everything is falling apart?"
However, Swen appeared unusually calm amidst all the chaos, even carrying a hint of inappropriate disdain. He leisurely stood up from his chair, only to slowly sit back down again, his deep gaze fixed on Darius as if trying to see through his very soul.
"Darius, aren't you a warrior?" Swen's tone was calm yet powerful, each word seeming like a deliberate provocation. "In the face of such circumstances, are you truly afraid?" His words were filled with challenge, seemingly questioning Darius's courage and resolve.
The atmosphere in the hall instantly grew more tense; Swen's provocation darkened Darius's expression further, but he knew that every word exchanged in this conversation carried significant consequences. The surrounding Summoners and soldiers felt the confrontation between the two leaders, a mix of unease and anticipation swirling in everyone's hearts.
Darius angrily leaped to his feet, his eyes betraying an uncontrollable fury. The tremors of the Assembly Hall made every movement seem more intense, and his voice cut through the loud rumbling with sharpness.
"Damn it! Swen, you know I'm not talking about that!" Darius pointed forcefully at Swen, his voice trembling with intensity after nearly every word. "Everything is too dangerous now! We must stop immediately! If this place collapses, who knows what problems might arise with the Immortal Fortress's construction! What if it falls?"
Swen looked at Darius with a bemused expression, as if completely unfazed by the impending disaster. A smirk of contempt played on his lips, seemingly dismissing Darius's concerns.
"Let it fall," Swen replied succinctly and coldly, as if delivering an emotionless verdict. "If the Immortal Fortress is truly that fragile, its collapse would be a relief. Noxus needs unyielding strength, not a shell built from these stones."
The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall momentarily froze at Swen's words; everyone could feel the tension between Darius and Swen escalating sharply, signaling that a potential internal conflict was about to erupt.
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