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墨書 Inktalez
The bright moonlight poured down on the southern Aguillon Mountains.
At the foot of the mountains lay a newly built small town, reconstructed based on Blackstone Town. Two years ago, those who escaped the disaster had either settled in the imperial capital with the help of Yasthia, like the Rookie Class, or chosen to return home. Baron Yinklang, under Your Highness's directive, provided resources to assist the residents in rebuilding their homes.
The night was deep. Near the few completed houses, remnants of history were scattered about; ruins and deep pits were everywhere, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had taken place. The Southern Suburbs of the town were sealed off—not by orders from above, but by the residents themselves. Strangely enough, although the disaster seemed to have originated from Garen, these residents held no resentment towards him; instead, they maintained an attitude of admiration.
This left Baron Yinklang puzzled. However, after inquiring about the events of that year and learning more about Garen, he couldn't help but respect this warrior. Disasters and wars were indeed terrifying, but what was commendable was how he taught people courage and justice amidst it all.
The Dragon Bones from Sundgoth had already been taken away by the imperial capital. Though only Skeletons remained, the Second Rank Fallen Dragon Clan still held immense value, especially since it had absorbed Su Ye's blood. The moonlight bathed the Southern Suburbs in tranquility; in the central area, parts of a Watchtower could be faintly seen, while bright stars twinkled above.
These stars shone particularly brightly, even outshining Starsea Island. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that their positions corresponded exactly to where the Tricolor Vortex once was.
Suddenly, a dark cloud enveloped the Southern Suburbs.
Thunder rumbled overhead as if a great battle was taking place, but this lasted only three minutes before the clouds gradually drifted away...
And that small patch of shining starlight faded into darkness.
...
The smoke on the battlefield slowly dissipated. At the moment when the Arcane Crystal shattered, the Death Knights here indeed returned to oblivion and lost their combat capabilities. However, the heroes of the alliance felt no joy in their victory; after all, compared to the battlefield of Valoran Continent, this recent skirmish was hardly noteworthy—merely a warm-up. Everyone watched as Jarvan IV and Katarina approached, waiting for them to bring back news...
Yes, only Jarvan IV and Katarina.
After discussion, Ryze decided to accompany Garen. First, because he had more experience dealing with such high-level issues than Garen did; second, his Warping Leap could get them to their destination faster.
Thus, after parting ways at Sterling Line, Garen and Ryze headed together towards the exit of Ahn'Qiraj and stepped out to release Warping Leap.
As they approached the entrance, Garen noticed an increasing number of people around. Most adventurers were leaving in frustration, including a five-member elite team from the Elven race, who looked somewhat dejected. It was easy to understand; Dead Man's Gorge had once been a massive opportunity, but with the shattering of the crystal, everyone’s initial goal had failed, and Ahn'Qiraj would be closing ahead of schedule.
This expedition to Dead Man's Gorge could be said to have no winners.
"Can we confirm the coordinates?" Ryze asked, clutching his spellbook.
"Roughly, yes," Garen replied. After a moment of thought, he picked up a stick and began sketching in the dirt, outlining the path he had taken.
"Well... it's fairly detailed, but we need to verify the scale," Ryze said as he opened his spellbook. After a brief incantation, a large blue circle appeared before him, and he vanished within it.
Garen sat on a large rock, indifferent to the curious gazes around him.
Two minutes later, the blue circle reappeared, and Ryze stepped out, several green leaves still clinging to his cloak, clearly having just come from some forest.
Returning to the rough map, Ryze picked up another stick and adjusted several lines, elongating or shortening them as needed. Once satisfied with his corrections, he slowly stood up.
"That should do it. Are you ready to depart, Demacian Might?"
"Yes, let's go," Garen replied as he stepped down from the rock and entered the space created by Ryze's summoning circle.
With a whoosh, the moment the circle vanished, Garen and Ryze completely disappeared from sight.
...
...
In the wilderness, everyone remained silent.
After hearing Jarvan IV's account, even the hot-tempered Darius wore a serious expression. Yes, if it were just visible enemies, he could cleave them down like he did Sialot with a single swing. But now the problem was that they had no idea who their enemies were or where they might be.
The mere fact that it had reached an "Unspeakable" level confirmed its danger.
It was as if a heavy fog hung over everyone's hearts. It wasn't fear that the heroes of the Alliance felt, but rather the frustration of bearing such a heavy responsibility while being unable to see their enemies.
"However, one thing is certain: Eternity does not exist on this continent, but if it wants to do something, it must start from here," Poppy analyzed seriously. Having spent two years with Shyvana on the Godeyas Continent, she naturally knew more than the average person.
She glanced towards the Void Forces: "Can you find any clues from the Void?"
Kassadin and Kha'Zix exchanged glances, both falling into deep thought. Ultimately, it was Malzahar who spoke first, shaking his head. "Our understanding of the Void is limited to the Void of Valoran; it is not the same plane as the temporal Void here."
It was easy to understand; although both were aquatic creatures, fish in a lake were ultimately different from those in the sea. If Malzahar and his companions could control the entire Void, then this Cataclysm would have little significance.
"So are we just going to wait here?" Fiona frowned and said, "Perhaps we can start doing something before Garen returns."
Jarvan IV shook his head. "The problem is that without clues, we can't do anything."
In the end, it all came down to clues.
Although it was clear that there was a special relationship between Dead Man's Gorge and Eternity, all leads had been severed: the Death Knight had vanished, the Mandrake Flower had withered, the Arcane Crystal had shattered, and Tastandin had died suddenly...
This left Poppy, who excelled at organizing information, quite troubled. Back when they were with the Fallen Dragon Clan, Black Dragon King Rednor had never mentioned anything about Eternity, and there were no relevant records in the dragon clan's library. It was evident to Poppy that the Black Dragon King was not hiding anything, which meant that even a world-class powerhouse like Rednor did not know about the existence of Eternity.
If that were the case, who on this continent would know? Who could provide clues?
Not just Fiona, everyone else also hoped not to wait idly for Garen's return. It wasn't that they didn't trust him; every hero present shared a common habit—never placing their hopes in others.
"No... someone must know," Poppy squinted her eyes. "It is certain that Eternity is an ancient existence. For so long, this cannot be its first attempt to extend its claws into the Godeyas Continent... which means if it brings about a Cataclysm, then perhaps that catastrophe has already arrived."
Whether it was "the Unspeakable" or something from the Void, both points illustrated the power and antiquity of Eternity. But why would such an ancient entity choose this moment to strike? This question was indeed paradoxical but left Poppy feeling quite puzzled.
For instance, even if Eternity could not descend actively, it could still manipulate others to do something... But why wait until now to act? Or had it been planning all along but simply failed until now?
Yes...
Just like the failure of Tastandin, which led to the disruption of the plan.
So,
Is there someone else also sabotaging Eternity's plans?
This person, capable of confronting the Void Entity of the “Unspeakable,” possesses supreme power. However, nothing about Eternity has ever been known to anyone, indicating that he is inherently a being who does not blend into the world.
Thus, the scope has truly narrowed down.
Narrowed down to possibly just one person.
Poppy finally guessed it. She looked around, trying to find that presence.
Not because that person was here, but because his gaze should be omnipresent. When Poppy turned her head, it was likely that this person noticed her as well.
“I understand now…” Poppy adjusted her glasses and said.
In the next moment, Poppy's skin began to harden at a visible speed, ultimately freezing in the pose of adjusting her glasses, ready to speak.
Her body took on a deep gray hue, resembling a stone sculpture.
Also petrified was Shyvana, who was chatting with Vayne nearby.
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