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墨書 Inktalez
Demacia
At nine in the morning, golden sunlight fell upon The Arcadian Courtyard, refracting countless brilliant beams.
The Super Warriors from various city-states had gathered, standing on the green lawn, dressed in neat Black Suits, each adorned with a white flower on their chests.
This was likely the first time since the Holy War that the Super Warriors of Valoran had come together without any conflict arising among them. Even the representatives from Noxus and the Shadow Isles adhered strictly to the rules, remaining silent within the crowd. Today’s focus was not on them; they could bask in the sunlight here solely because of that brave warrior.
Atop the highest hill stood the tombstones of past Demacian royalty, but there was one solitary grave marker that stood apart. The soil surrounding it appeared freshly turned, exuding a natural scent, and from a height perspective, this grave was no lower than those of the Demacian royals.
Before that dark silver tombstone leaned a massive sword.
Perhaps many present were enemies of that sword, yet the respect for its master was undeniably real.
On that day, descending into the depths of the Void, they witnessed that warrior fighting valiantly and alone; it was an incredibly moving scene. Later, Kiran used the power of time to reshape the entire event, deeply imprinting the image of one person and one sword in everyone’s minds.
“Damn it, why can’t I still believe?” Zhao Xin raked his messy hair and chuckled bitterly.
In the past, during moments like this, someone would interrupt Zhao Xin’s grumbling and feign seriousness by saying: “Fool! Go wash your hair!”
Jarvan IV remained silent for a long time, lacking the mood to respond to Zhao Xin. He waved his hand, and over a hundred royal mages stepped forward, beginning to chant in this oppressive atmosphere.
The memorial service had concluded.
However, the crowd did not leave immediately; instead, they expressed their grief in various ways.
In the blink of an eye, the steps in front of the earth mound were covered with white flowers.
“To be honest, I really want to punch you hard. If it weren't for you, he wouldn't have gone to that realm,” Jarvan IV said as he sat on the slope, gazing at the people who had yet to depart.
Kiran pondered for a long time before replying, “If that’s the case, we would both be doomed.”
“That’s also why I didn’t throw that punch at you,” Jarvan IV exhaled and continued, “Can you find his friends in that realm? If possible, I’d like to invite them over for a chat.”
“Of course,” Kiran nodded. “I can trace all lives that have faded with time and find the marks they left behind.”
As he spoke, a layer of golden light enveloped Kiran's aged eyes. He turned his head, and in an instant, his gaze traversed the lawn, crossed rivers and mountains, pierced through the sky, and delved into the void… reaching the realm of Godeas.
Suddenly,
With a sharp sound, “Hiss!” the golden light in Kiran's eyes vanished.
“What happened?” Jarvan IV asked curiously.
“It’s impossible… As long as they have faded in time, there should be traces…” Kiran did not respond but remained in a state of extreme shock. His pupils gradually widened. “Unless…”
Immediately after, Kiran's eyes were once again bathed in golden light. However, this time it did not focus on the Godeas Continent but instead concentrated on the Greatsword resting on the hillside.
Time is always interconnected.
When you encounter something, you can see more through the traces it has left in time, even exploring the past and future of other things.
This time, the golden light did not fade away.
Jarvan IV watched Kiran's increasingly serious expression and couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. However, he refrained from interrupting; he could tell that Kiran might have seen something astonishing.
Could there still be remnants of the Kingdom of Eternity? A heaviness settled in Jarvan IV's heart. He had personally experienced the power of the Kingdom of Eternity. Although that war had no casualties, everyone's Rune Power had diminished by a level, and it would take years to recover.
More importantly, if they did not eradicate the Kingdom of Eternity, it would be a great disservice to Garen.
Just as Jarvan IV was becoming more flustered, a sudden burst of laughter erupted nearby!
Kiran began to laugh maniacally, like a mad old man, drawing the attention of those in the distance. Yet he seemed completely oblivious, continuing to revel in his own laughter.
"The carriage! Hahaha, it's that carriage!"
…
…
At a certain age, even Philip the Great had to consider the issue of abdication.
After all, no one can Eternityimmortal. Using the help of Mage Guild may be able to extend the life span for decades, but Philip the Great thought about it and finally rejected it. Yes, he decided to solve the task at hand first - the pile of things that will never be reduced. report! The major dukes and counts will cooperate with the royal family to complete their work, but because the final decision-making power rests with the royal family, they can only use reporting letters to convey various issues. Philip the Great has worked hard to resolve those reports over the years, but HolyEmpire is too big after all, and there are a lot of problems happening every day. But when Philip the Great walked into the office, he saw that the corner filled with report letters was actually a large open space! Where is the letter... The old emperor was immediately frightened. Did he, the majestic HolyEmpire, the most powerful world-class boss of the human race, meet the legendary thief? ! The question is what does a thief do with a theft report letter? Solve the Empire puzzle? After observing for a long time, Philip finally remembered something and slapped his forehead in frustration. He is really old! Yes, these reporting letters were wiped out half a month ago. No, to be more precise, they have been decreasing at a slow rate since the heavy rain that year. Is it that the royal family who helped solve the problem are becoming more and more diligent? Or are the empire’s problems becoming less and less common? Maybe both. Anyway, after the heavy rain that year, Philip couldn’t believe that this was the empire he ruled. These achievements are almost more than those of his father, okay? ! However, Philip, as a world-class strongman, of course cannot possibly not notice the clues at all. The rain that year did not come from the sky. But void.
It was like putting the most beautiful toys inside a glass bottle, ensuring they would not get dirty. But as time passed, the toys remained clean thanks to the bottle's protection, while a layer of dust accumulated on the surface of the glass, obscuring what lay within.
As your desire for more toys grew, so did the number of glass bottles, and naturally, the dust piled up.
Yet one day, if these bottles were to shatter suddenly, the dust might cling to your hands or cause you to cough, but the clean and beautiful toys would be revealed once again, unchanged and as they had always been.
This was an unformed hypothesis in the heart of Philip the Great; however, there was a flaw in this hypothesis—he could not comprehend who it was that shattered the bottles. What would he become after being covered in dust?
Philip the Great could not figure it out, so he did not dwell on it. He picked up his pen and briefly addressed matters concerning the succession of the throne.
If he remained in the palace, he might have a stable and extremely comfortable old age... However, Philip the Great did not choose that path. He left the Holy Empire at dawn the next day.
Yes, when he was young, he dreamed of standing atop the Summit of Ten Thousand Mountains, gazing down at the Cloud Sea. He also dreamed of diving deep into the Starry Sea and then looking up at the surface of the water.
Though he was already quite old, he did not want to reflect on things he wished to do but never accomplished when he became even older.
So,
He decided to go and do them.
...
The Dawn Empire resembled a lion just waking from slumber. The exit of the imperial capital led to a fork in the road: one path wound toward rugged mountains, while the other led to tranquil countryside.
Philip the Great, shedding his outer coat, resembled an old gentleman as he stepped onto the mountain road with a suitcase in hand.
At the same time, a simple carriage was slowly making its way toward the countryside.
The country road was quite narrow, just wide enough for a single carriage to pass. On either side of that winding path were golden wheat fields, particularly enchanting under the early sun, swaying gently in the breeze.
Though it was referred to as the countryside, this rural area within the imperial capital was already comparable to some of the higher towns in marquis territories.
In front of a small house, Edward was holding his three-year-old daughter while leading his six-year-old son toward his newly opened tavern. Although he was already middle-aged, Edward possessed a rare charm. At some point, he had grown a beard. Despite his children being quite young, Edward had no intention of providing them with formal education; in his words, running the tavern successfully was the greatest achievement!
Why? This brings to mind another saying of Edward's: you can never guess what kind of customers will walk into your tavern. It could be a werewolf or a warrior so tough it would make your skin crawl!
On this matter, Sharg had teased him more than once, but Edward remained unfazed.
Not far from the house, a beautiful woman emerged, handing Edward the keys to the tavern along with a black ribbon. She was Edward's wife, a human with bloodline ties to vampires; indeed, she was the first customer of his new tavern!
In front of the tavern, Sharg stood bare-chested and pulled open the tavern's gate.
On the other side of the door lay Talina, who had worked through the night and finally collapsed at the front desk. As sunlight streamed into the tavern, Talina groggily lifted her head and rubbed her bright eyes.
Unbeknownst to anyone, in the distance along that winding path, a carriage lingered for a moment before slowly driving away.
This carriage had no specific destination; it followed the narrow road out of the imperial capital and circled around much of the Holy Empire. Along the way, it stopped at a certain rebuilt town in Yinclan Barony and visited many famous locations.
Later, this era was referred to as the Brilliant Age. Living in this time felt as if everything was shining; it was common to see vibrant young people in schools, each with a passionate heart.
However, no one could truly articulate where this era originated. After all, the new age did not have a clear endpoint, as if suddenly, the world had become bright and clear.
Eventually, some defined the division between the two eras by that heavy rainstorm—the one that lasted for several days. It could be said to be an indelible mark in everyone's heart.
After leaving the Holy Empire, the carriage traveled to the Aegean Sea of the Holy Court Elves, then to the Great Snow Mountain of the Dragon Clan, followed by the Volcanic Kingdom of the Dwarves, and finally to the Cloud Sea at the Summit of Ten Thousand Mountains. Of course, it also visited the Star Sea of the Blood Clan...
It seemed that every corner bore the imprint of the carriage's journey.
Yet no one had ever noticed this carriage.
The carriage came to a stop before a mountain range.
At the peak of that mountain lived an old man. According to nearby residents, he was quite ugly, which often led them to pity him and bring him food and supplies. Interestingly, despite his appearance, he had a gentle disposition and got along harmoniously with the residents.
In return for their kindness, he taught their children how to use firearms.
The residents had invited him down from the mountain more than once, but he always declined. During those moments, he would mysteriously say that he was waiting for someone.
He would surely return.
The night before last, that old man passed away. After all, his age had surpassed most elders in Town's history. He left this world peacefully, as if entering into a deep slumber.
That night, the carriage came to a stop at the foot of the mountain.
Many days later, it set off again, having traversed the mountains and rivers of the Godeyas Continent. Where would it go next?
The bright moonlight fell softly, as if constructing a bridge.
The carriage departed from Godeas and headed towards the next realm.
Its silent departure was reminiscent of its brief stay in the golden wheat fields.
At that time, a woman lying in the back of the carriage asked, "Do you like this era?"
"Garen?"
The wheels turned, stirring up a gust of wind.
The brim of the lowered straw hat shifted slightly with the motion.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of the driver's mouth.
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