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"She is..."
Garen suddenly stood up and quickly chased after her.
It should be noted that Garen's mission in the Godeyas Continent was to construct the Watchtower to combat the impending disaster. No one else could survive the perilous Temporal Rhythm... Surely, with Kiran's wisdom, he would not easily allow others to descend. If that woman truly came from Valoran, from Demacia, did that not imply... a change in the mission?
Garen couldn't help but feel a whirlwind of emotions as he finally circled around the tavern's interior and arrived at an iron door.
The door led to the back street, still warm to the touch.
"Creak..."
Without thinking much, Garen pushed the door open with force.
But just as he stepped out of the iron door, Garen suddenly froze, disbelief flashing in his eyes!
The sunset's afterglow spilled over the land, revealing crimson bloodstains on the hills, bloodied broken spears, shattered armor, and torn flags... The air was thick with the scent of blood, and frantic howls echoed in his ears.
"Long live Demacia!"
The roar was thunderous as a heavily armored knight swept past Garen, driving a sharp spear into an enemy's chest. In the next moment, a curved blade slashed across his throat, releasing a blinding Bloodlight as a soldier clad in black and red armor withdrew the blade and rushed to another battlefield...
The insignia on that black and red armor was Noxus!
As Garen surveyed the scene around him, the shock in his eyes deepened.
This was no longer the back street of Iron Fist Tavern; it was a battlefield between Demacia and Noxus!
The scene felt incredibly real, and an astonishing guess surfaced in Garen's mind. Could it be that everything he experienced on the Godeyas Continent was merely a dream? Was it just a moment of distraction on the battlefield? And the truth was that he was engaged in this brutal fight...
No, that couldn't be right! Garen suddenly dismissed the thought. He could clearly sense that the power within him was still only at level 6 Fighting Spirit, and the Rune Power destroyed by Temporal Rhythm had not returned at all!
Then why was this happening?
Just as Garen pondered, a graceful figure slowly emerged from the vortex behind him.
"Who goes there?!"
Garen's heart raced as he quickly raised his Stormblade. A sharp clang echoed as the dagger collided with his Greatsword, and under the tremendous impact, Garen was sent flying back several dozen meters!
"Have you grown weaker, or have I become stronger?"
A cold female voice rang out.
"It’s you!" Garen exclaimed, looking at the woman in black leather, stunned. "Katarina!"
Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the dark figure stood like a specter, her dark red hair flowing in the wind, exuding an icy and stunning aura. The scar on her cheek combined with her merciless eyes created an overwhelming sense of pressure!
Darius's daughter from Noxus, Katarina!
She was also known on the battlefield as the Doombringer, a top assassin! According to records, Katarina's strength extended far beyond mere assassination skills; she was also proficient in daggers and spatial magic, making her one of the few possessors of supreme runes!
In the past years, Garen had crossed blades with Katarina several times, and he was very familiar with her temperament and habits. This was precisely why he was so shocked when he saw her.
She was the real Katarina, not a figment of his imagination!
"Do I smell fear?"
Katarina licked her lips, and in an instant, her figure vanished!
"Shunpo!"
Garen immediately recognized the skill and swung Stormblade to the right and back. With a clang, Katarina's figure suddenly appeared in that spot, quickly responding with her dagger.
Garen felt a tearing pain in his hands, nearly losing grip on Stormblade. He was violently thrown backward, as if his bones were about to shatter.
"Your strength has diminished," Katarina said coldly, ignoring the blood spilling from Garen's mouth. "I can sense that your power is less than one ten-thousandth of your normal state—no, one hundred-thousandth."
"This kind of fight is not what I want."
Garen leaned on Greatsword to stand up, blood still flowing from the corner of his mouth. It was clear that the two collisions moments ago had nearly shattered his internal organs.
Katarina suddenly smiled. "But if I can bring your head back, my father will surely be pleased."
At that moment, her figure vanished again!
Garen fought to suppress the urge to vomit blood as he summoned three runic shields. He then slashed backward again. With a loud bang, Stormblade was knocked away by her dagger. Katarina delivered a powerful elbow strike to Garen's chest, shattering his sternum. Garen gritted his teeth, forcing himself to stay conscious through the pain.
Just as his body was sent flying, Katarina's figure reappeared, as if she had predicted where he would land. The dazzling red light danced wildly as Katarina suddenly began to spin at high speed.
"Death Lotus!"
Garen let out a muffled groan. In an instant, he felt over thirty wounds appear on his body, deep enough to see bone. A wave of intense pain swept through him, causing his consciousness to blur.
Katarina's cold laughter echoed in his ears.
At that moment, a violent shaking suddenly occurred...
"Wake up! Wake up!"
Garen opened his eyes, feeling a heavy pressure in his chest. He gasped for air a couple of times before regaining his composure. Looking down, he saw himself leaning against the iron door, with a small black stone lying on his chest, emanating a colorful glow.
Before him was a beautiful face.
Perhaps due to their close proximity, a blush swept across the woman's delicate features as she quickly stood up.
"It's you..." Garen finally recognized the woman.
"You just entered the Blood Clan's secret barrier... But don't worry, this kind of barrier only causes you to enter memories, making it temporarily impossible for you to control yourself. It doesn't cause significant harm to the body," the woman explained hurriedly.
Garen was taken aback; it then dawned on him that the scene he had just witnessed was from three years ago—the last battle between Demacia and Noxus, the battlefield where he had faced Katarina for the final time.
However, just moments ago, it felt as if he had been under some influence and couldn't recall it right away.
Looking at the woman's hesitant expression, Garen furrowed his brow and asked, "So what is your purpose, Yasthia?"
Indeed, the woman standing before Garen was Yasthia.
She was the mysterious woman who had suddenly disappeared after arriving in Blackstone Town with the caravan.
However, what Garen did not expect was Yasthia's next reaction.
Her voice trembled slightly.
"Help me... please help me!"
Garen couldn't help but feel puzzled. Before he could ask anything, a figure suddenly appeared around the corner of the back street.
In the darkness, the figure slowly approached.
On either side of him were numerous desiccated corpses, as if all their blood had been drained away.
Baloo stopped in his tracks, a sickly smile spreading across his face.
"My long search has nearly exhausted my patience. Your Highness, I wonder if you have made your decision after these two months?"
"Baloo swears by the honor of the Solomon Clan that he will kill you in the manner you desire."
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