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The Sterling Line stretched for miles, and Garen and the others had only traversed a small portion of it. In that ancient era, eight hundred thousand Sterl People stood guard here. From cavalry to farmers, everyone was prepared to face death, their flesh and blood forming a wall to block countless invaders from reaching their homeland.
Rotting corpses and rusted armor… even today, the remnants bore witness to the brutality of those times. A figure sprinted swiftly, slowing down only as he approached the end of the defensive line. Under the glow of the Magic Pattern Armor, his shadow stretched long behind him.
“Arcane Crystal…” Stepping out of the defensive line, he couldn’t help but stop in his tracks.
Before him lay a scene surrounded by towering cliffs, with several Magic Pattern Armors radiating exquisite light, all framing a massive crystal at the center! The blue surface refracted enchanting rays of light, intertwining in a mesmerizing display, as if illuminating the entire valley with its unique brilliance.
As the light fell, it also illuminated Inu's weary face.
As if entranced by the crystal's glow, Inu slowly approached, not even glancing at the numerous intact Magic Pattern Armors surrounding him.
“This is the crystallization of ancient civilization… truly far beyond this era!” Inu reached out to touch the surface of the crystal. The blue crystal shimmered like a clear sea, creating delicate and magnificent ripples that conveyed a vague yet profound power.
The transition between the new and old eras was immense. It was not merely a change in time; if it were just about age, clues could still be found in ancient texts and ruins. However, there were significant gaps between the two eras that no one could explain. Even among the long-standing bloodlines, knowledge of that time was limited to a few events and an understanding of the power dynamics on the continent.
People often said that the shift between two eras required long-term subtle influences, yet in reality, the new era emerged abruptly. If one disregarded that lengthy gap, then the old era met its end without warning or reason—much like how many races perished alongside the underwater Sharkmen; those that survived lost significant aspects of their civilizations.
Regarding the old era, Godeyas Continent's understanding remained vague. Thus, discussions about whether there existed an even older age before it had gone unanswered for years.
Consequently, anything related to the old era gained a special allure, such as this Arcane Crystal.
Inu possessed remarkable talent in theory and deduction; yet even he could not discern the structure of this power at that moment. He could only identify certain details that had already been proposed by others long ago.
But this was not mere speculation; it was confirmation.
"Is it really like this?" The dog's expression suddenly turned to shock. As more evidence came to light, memories of what that person had told him began to surface in his mind.
"Eternity...?" The dog took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Although he didn't understand why Tastandin would know these things, it was clear that now was not the time for such thoughts. Yes, if what he had said was true, then the time left for the dog—or rather, for the world—was running out.
"What an ugly world... To uncover its essence requires a sacrifice of life." The dog took two steps back, gazing at the Treasure crystal left behind from a bygone era, his eyes beginning to mock.
Then he sighed softly.
In the next moment, blood erupted from the dog's body, rushing toward the crystal with a splash!
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...
In the wilderness, the four members of Tastandin were once again forced together. They looked quite disheveled; Wolf Emperor was covered in torn wounds, Rebia's shirt was shredded by Heavy Hammer, and Mundo was battered by flames, his body charred and still swaying unsteadily...
Not far away, Garen and others approached.
This was undoubtedly a perfect team battle. The warriors' gazes were not solely focused on their immediate enemies but were engaged with the entire battlefield. Garen, along with Poppy and Shyvana, appeared to be fighting individually, yet they were intentionally distracting their opponents to take them down one by one before quickly regrouping. This required not only familiarity with the terrain but also a deep mutual understanding.
In contrast, Black Dragon King clearly lacked this kind of synergy. When he brought back the Angry Beasts, they still retained some combat strength. Fortunately, Poppy was quick-witted and smashed one of them down with a single blow.
Tifet did not bring the dog back because he had been defeated; rather, from the very beginning—or rather, long before at Sterling Line, the dog had merely been a decoy. As for where the real dog was, no one knew.
"I should have seen him before, right?" Garen said as he stared at Tastandin.
Clearly, Garen was referring to his student, Han Yun.
Tastandin was covered in blood, suddenly trembling as he exclaimed, "He volunteered... I didn't force him!"
It was not hard to understand that if the "demon" from the legends of Immortal City was indeed Han Yun, then it had been eighty-one years since Garen's arrival. Han Yun had managed to survive for so long with a body that had never undergone training, which clearly indicated the use of some special method.
However, this also indirectly confirmed Garen's suspicion.
Master Yi was Han Yun.
"How do we turn him back?" Garen asked, frowning.
Tastandin paused at the question, hesitating for a moment before replying, "This..."
Garen pinched the bridge of his nose. "Or perhaps you could answer another question first."
"Eternity, what is it?"
Although Han Yun's issue remained unresolved, Tastandin was already trapped and there was no need to rush. Instead, Garen and his companions found themselves in Dead Man's Gorge, where the primary concern was to address the immediate problem. Ever since they stepped into Ahn'Qiraj, he had felt an inexplicable sense of repulsion, much like the Sin that Tastandin had once used.
Tastandin's expression changed dramatically as he shook his head repeatedly. "I cannot betray my master... I cannot betray Eternity!"
Shyvana shrugged and said, "Is this guy also related to Cataclysm? Oh! Then this Cataclysm is pretty low-level!"
Poppy thought for a moment and replied, "He's stalling for time."
With a swift whoosh, Stormblade appeared at Tastandin's neck, the cold blade pressing against his throat.
"Right now, the point isn't whether you speak or not," Garen said expressionlessly, "but whether you will die."
Tastandin's pupils trembled lightly; he could sense the cold killing intent emanating from Garen, leaving no room for escape...
At that moment, not far away, Mundo suddenly let out a strange cry.
"Flowers! Mundo has flowers growing on his backside! Oh, Mundo!" Mundo jumped up abruptly, and where he had just been sitting, a black flower bloomed.
Rustling! The black flower exuded a cold aura like steel, and even Mundo felt pain from its growth as he covered his rear and jumped around, further emphasizing the flower's uniqueness...
But in reality, it was not just this one. As far as the eye could see, the weeds in the wilderness were all bowing down; the soil was disturbed, and black flowers were blooming everywhere...
Across the mountains and fields.
"It's here... it's here! It's finally here!" Tastandin's gaze suddenly became fervent, completely losing the trembling from before as he burst into loud laughter.
At the same time, several black flowers sprouted from beneath Garen's feet. The force was so sharp and difficult to tread upon that even Garen couldn't help but take a few steps back.
"What is this..." Shyvana said, dodging one blooming flower after another, her expression filled with confusion.
Poppy pondered for a long time before speaking. "Mandrake Flower."
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