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The Arcane Crystal was not merely a crystal. It was the essence left behind by an ancient civilization, a precious item that Tastandin had desperately sought, and the source of the Mandrake Flower's power. It represented a special kind of energy. Those who knew of it approached with reverence, while those unaware could be reduced to mere nutrients with a light touch.
However, Ryze, as a millennia-old rune mage, held great renown even in the Valoran Continent. When he placed his palm against the crystal's surface, intricate patterns immediately began to shimmer across it, yet he felt no adverse effects.
"What a magnificent piece of art! I can feel it stirring," Ryze exclaimed in awe. "If my judgment is correct, then these strange flowers and the soulless Cavalry must be drawing energy from it."
"Can we find out anything?" Jarvan IV pondered aloud. After hearing Garen's account of Eternity, an unsettling feeling had settled within him.
Of course, Garen's description was only a fragment; he had yet to fully grasp the true meaning of Eternity. But that was no longer important since Tastandin had been captured, and with Katarina watching over him, there was no hope for rescue. The immediate priority was to deal with the Arcane Crystal.
Ryze shook his head. "These patterns are more than just Essence; interpreting them is futile."
Garen and Jarvan IV exchanged glances, feeling a sense of regret. Compared to Tastandin, the secrets hidden within the Arcane Crystal were evidently more profound. If they could use this as a breakthrough point, they might uncover unexpected gains.
But since the Arcane Crystal could not be deciphered...
A crisp sound rang out as Ryze's palm became the center of attention; web-like fissures spread outward until they enveloped the entire crystal. With a resounding crash, the blue crystal shattered into countless pieces!
Garen focused intently as he watched the glow of the Crystal Fragments gradually dim. The surrounding Mandrake Flowers twisted and turned before swiftly turning white, wilting at a visible pace...
The Arcane Crystal was the pillar of power for the Mandrake Flower; once destroyed, the flowers would inevitably perish. It was also foreseeable that the war in the wilderness would come to an end.
The League of Legends had won!
Garen fell silent for a moment before walking toward Tastandin.
At that moment, Tastandin was utterly numb. Witnessing the destruction of the Arcane Crystal felt like watching his soul being imprisoned and tormented by the Eternal Master—an endless suffering.
Frustration, regret, despair... at that moment, all seemed meaningless. All he could do was silently await his impending punishment.
"I don't know what you're afraid of," Garen said, looking at Tastandin huddled in the corner. His deep voice resonated: "But please believe us; everything will be resolved."
Tastandin paused for a moment, then shot a mocking cold smile. He could sense a unique energy in Garen's words, as if they could bolster his inner courage. However, at their level, such motivational rhetoric had little effect, especially since Tastandin was one who had embraced Eternal Power.
These words might resonate with an ordinary person, but to him, it was akin to telling a butcher to lay down his knife—utterly useless.
"Resolve?" At this point, Tastandin felt no need for restraint and replied coldly, "What happens after that? I would end up in your hands. Ha, I don't believe you would treat me kindly."
Indeed, even if Eternity were to be dealt with, Tastandin would merely face a different tragic fate; it made no difference to him.
Garen pondered for a moment before saying, "You should hope to fall into our hands."
Tastandin instinctively furrowed his brow and fell silent. In truth, Garen's statement wasn't wrong; if he fell into Garen's hands, his fate would likely be death. But with Eternity, it would not be so merciful—his soul would endure prolonged torment, never finding peace.
At that moment, Tastandin felt a flicker of doubt.
"Give up; you can't do it... You can't even imagine what kind of existence the enemy is," Tastandin sighed after a long pause.
"That's not necessarily true."
Tastandin seemed to anticipate Garen's response and sneered, "Oh? Are you going to boast about how outstanding your strength is next? Or how glorious your past victories were? Ha ha, forgive my bluntness, but whatever your past may be will turn to dust before Eternity."
Garen looked at Tastandin and said, "I'm sorry; I never speak of the past."
"But if we can't do it, then truly no one can."
Tastandin was taken aback by Garen's words. Although Garen delivered them with calmness, Tastandin sensed an immense confidence behind them.
If they couldn't achieve it, then no one in the world could.
It was like never doubting the fact of standing at the pinnacle—not out of disdain for the world but out of self-assurance! Tastandin couldn't help but recall the warriors in the wilderness… Suddenly he felt that they all possessed this same quality.
On one side stood the terrifying Eternity…
On the other side were a group of warriors whose origins were unknown.
Tastandin remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "Alright, what do you want to know?"
Clearly, Tastandin was shaken. It wasn't that he truly believed these individuals could defeat Eternity, but rather the confidence they exuded filled him with a sense of awe.
Garen turned to look back and saw Javon and the others approaching. He then asked, "Eternity, what is it?"
This was what Garen wanted to understand the most.
If his guess was correct, then the so-called Cataclysm and Calamity—their purpose for coming here… perhaps it was this Eternity! In fact, up until today, Garen had already had several encounters with Eternity, yet he had never seen their true form.
"Eternity…" Tastandin displayed a complex expression.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak, his eyes bulged out suddenly, his body trembled violently a few times, and then he collapsed to the ground with a thud!
This scene unfolded so abruptly that even Ryze didn't react in time.
Garen immediately checked Tastandin's body and frowned, "His heart shattered."
Javon was taken aback by this revelation and asked, "How is that possible? Someone could kill right in front of us without being detected?"
Not just Jarvan IV; surely no one in the entire League would believe this. Not to mention that Javon and Garen were seasoned Super Warriors—Katarina was among the top assassins. In terms of sharpness alone, she was undoubtedly one of the best in Valoran.
And at this moment, even Katarina had been completely unaware?
Garen shook his head and said, "He died from fright."
Died from fright… Jarvan IV's confusion deepened. Following Garen's gaze, he finally noticed something that made his expression turn serious.
In the sky above, a thick layer of dark clouds was gradually dispersing.
As Garen gazed into the distance, he felt a pair of cold eyes fixated on him.
"Guys, this is not good news," Ryze said, clutching his spellbook tightly. "It means our enemy has grown powerful beyond description."
It was like an ant stepping into the realm of a dragon, destined to be terrified to death.
"What do we do next?" Jarvan IV looked at Garen.
No one expected the promising situation to collapse so suddenly. First, the Arcane Crystal could not be deciphered, and then Tastandin died from "speaking," as if all clues related to Eternity had severed at that moment...
This was undoubtedly the worst news. Eternity's plans would not simply come to an end; Tastandin was dead, but they could easily find another way to return. Meanwhile, Garen and the others could only wait silently for Cataclysm to arrive...
No!
There was still a lead!
"You all go ahead and find them," Garen said, his gaze shifting eastward. "I need to go somewhere."
"Immortal City?" Javon immediately recalled what Garen had just described. Knowing Garen as he did, he was certain that this guy would head back to that dangerous place.
"Yes, I need to find someone."
Garen lifted his Greatsword and turned around. "He has waited for me for eighty-one years."
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