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In a certain abyss of the Goddess East Continent, the pitch-black environment echoed with the wails of the chilling wind. Unknown dark creatures stirred restlessly, crawling about. With a soft clatter, a beam of white light emerged from the depths of the abyss. The Three-Eyed Demon Mouse, which had just climbed up the vines, was startled and quickly squeaked in alarm as it scurried away. Numerous dark creatures lay in hiding, trembling as they sensed the spine-chilling aura.
The light suddenly emanated from the rocky barrier resembling a dome above! A crack appeared at its forefront, radiating dazzling white light. The sound of clattering stones continued incessantly. After a while, the dome was covered with countless cracks, and beams of white aurora shot out, faintly accompanied by an ancient chant…
“Boom! Boom!”
Finally, the first stone fragment tumbled down, taking with it a shower of rock debris that crumbled to dust. The coverage of white light grew larger, gradually revealing the scene within… Suddenly, there stood glowing stone statues!
These statues seemed to respond to some kind of summoning, shaking violently as mysterious and archaic symbols flowed within the white light—blue like the sea, black like the night, red like fire!
At that moment, a statue wielding a large halberd opened its eyes, its deep voice resonating through the abyss like a volcano.
“Demacia!”
Not far away, another statue adorned with a cloak and wielding a giant axe glared fiercely. “Noxus!”
More statues opened their eyes.
“Shurima!” “Piltover!” “War Academy!” “Zuan!” “Giant's Peak!” “Bilgewater!” “Shadow Isles!” “Ionia!” “Void!” “Equilibrium Sect!” “Freljord!” “Bandle City!” “Judgment Land!”
…
The Kingdom of Eternity was engulfed in flames, with the harsh sounds of burning echoing everywhere. A blinding light spread out, causing the black mist to hiss and dissipate.
The moment the Crystal Palace was completed, a tremendous surge of Rune Power erupted forth, roaring like a wild beast.
The black mist seemed to sense an unprecedented fear, hesitating for a moment. Yet, this newfound dread only drove them to become more extreme. When faced with a presence that could potentially annihilate them, the best solution was to destroy the opponent first.
Greed, jealousy, hatred, anger, Abomination, sorrow, despair... Various negative forces erupted from the depths of the black mist, transforming into cavalry formed from the mist itself, charging forward towards the Rune Aurora.
At that moment, the oldest part of Eternity finally arrived.
The massive black mist resembling a skeleton loomed like a deity above, indifferent to the Crystal Palace and to its own Eternal Soldiers.
It was cowardice.
The most unnoticed yet prevalent form of Eternity within the human heart; every concession or compromise made in life stemmed from this inner weakness. It was a contradiction in itself, just like the essence of Eternity. Upon seeing the Crystal Palace, it recoiled in fear, yet driven by its own power and unwillingness to submit, it became exceedingly arrogant.
Yes, arrogant. It first dispatched the haughty Eternal Core to command the knights of black mist to charge forward, breaking through layer upon layer of dissipating mists left by Eternity, bursting forth with a thunderous crash!
It aimed to destroy the Crystal Palace!
In that moment, the Crystal Palace erupted with even more Runic Flame. The Watchtower, embodying the meaning of protection, would certainly not be easily breached!
Seeing the first wave of Eternity being consumed by flames only intensified the skeleton's fear but also fueled its anger and indifference. It commanded both the unwillingness and greed cores of Eternity to advance simultaneously, using the path opened by arrogance to storm forward until they reached the palace's entrance, launching an assault alongside arrogance.
The numbers of Eternity were overwhelming; they had endured countless ages of accumulation. Even the Watchtower struggled to hold on as the speed of its magical circles slowed down, and cracks began to appear on its structure!
Suddenly, the Three Great Core of Eternity came to a halt, and in a panic, they retreated wildly as if they had encountered the most terrifying sight!
“Boom!”
A slower retreating group of Black Mist Cavalry was suddenly engulfed in flames, reduced to nothingness.
At the entrance of the Crystal Palace, a corpse fell into the boundless darkness. But at that moment, a man covered in radiant light stood up!
He sat on the steps of the palace, his left hand propped against a broad greatsword. His platinum armor was extraordinarily majestic, with spikes on his arms and shoulders exuding a sense of slaughter. The deep blue cloak billowed behind him, resonating like a unique sound in the void.
It was Garen.
More accurately, it was Garen in his soul state.
He ultimately made the same decision as Agu An, burning his soul for one of the most brilliant displays in the world!
It is important to note that the cost of burning one's soul is that you will no longer have a next life and cannot continue to exist in any form. From that point on, you will be forever trapped at this moment in time.
No similar flower can bloom again in this world.
“I am Garen, from the distant Valoran Continent, serving Demacia.”
Garen slowly rose, his black eyes growing ever deeper. “I am a warrior, fighting solely for my beliefs.”
“But my beliefs cannot accommodate you.”
In this world, only the Sun, Moon, Stars, and Seasons change, while faith remains eternal and unyielding.
Stormblade seemed to sense Garen's emotions at that moment, letting out a thunderous roar—there was no sadness, no resolution, no desolation, not even suppression... only anger! Only the will to fight!
How many exist in this vast world who can generously face death for the beliefs in their hearts? Garen believed he was not the first, and he certainly would not be the last.
But at least today, Garen stood alone with his sword, ready to oppose the world.
Facing the roaring onslaught of the Black Mist Cavalry, which surged like a flood, Garen's gaze was icy as he held his sword before him, prepared for battle!
The pent-up rage within Garen finally erupted like a volcano, uncontrollable and fierce!
Equally furious was the skeleton, its hollow eye sockets burning with madness as it commanded each member of Eternity to charge forward!
Garen's Soul Flame blazed to a boil; every swing of his sword unleashed boundless auroras that sliced through half of the Eternity realm, erasing vast swathes of its existence.
He did not concern himself with the rapid consumption of his soul because his purpose was not to eradicate the Eternity realm but to hold steadfast until the summoning of the Watchtower was complete.
On the other hand, the Black Skeleton began to show signs of retreat, no longer pressing forward with the same frenzy as before.
Garen sensed a message being conveyed from the skeleton; it wished for him to cease this futile struggle. It was willing to acknowledge Garen's existence and promised eternal preservation of his soul if he would submit to it and become part of Eternity.
Moreover, it emphasized Garen's current predicament.
Justice had never truly existed in this world.
Only Eternity remains unyielding in this world.
No one will remember you burning your soul for a moment of beauty; they will only continue to create Eternity after becoming accustomed to comfort.
This is the ugliness of the human heart.
You may despise it,
But you must acknowledge it.
As the consumption of his soul reached its limit, Garen's body began to fade, and his attacks no longer struck with the same ferocity as before, yet his gaze never wavered.
"I am Justice."
With both hands on his sword, Garen drove the tip downwards, a circle of dazzling light rippling outwards across the entire Dark Realm!
"While I stand, the tower stands!"
Boom!
A torrent of flames surged forth!
Figures began to appear on the platform at the Palace Entrance!
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