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Gragas's inner world is like a chaotic battlefield, filled with intense emotional collisions. He finds Darius's actions almost unbelievable, pushing him to the brink of anger. They were once archenemies, adversaries on the battlefield, but now they have become each other's only reliance in this extreme situation. This situation is both ironic and a painful test for Gragas.
He remembers every moment of confrontation with Darius, the intense battles, and every attack and defense are etched deeply in his memory. He doesn't understand why this former enemy would choose to save him in such a moment. Countless question marks flood Gragas's mind, intertwining with his doubts and anger into a chaotic mix of emotions.
Every time he thinks of the fierce battles of the past, Gragas's heart is torn apart as if by a sharp blade. His compatriots, friends, and comrades all sacrificed in the struggle against Noxus. In his memory, Darius has always been the embodiment of the enemy, the reason for their loss of everything. Now, this person has become his savior, creating a conflict that leaves him unable to find peace, and even fills him with panic and anger. Deep within Gragas's heart, echoes the cries of his comrades on the battlefield and the sacrifices of his fellow warriors. Every time he closes his eyes, he can see the faces of the Frejlord Warriors who fought alongside him. These memories, combined with the reality of being dragged by Darius, leave him feeling inexplicably tangled and complex.
His body is immobilized by severe injuries, but his inner resistance is strong. He wants to break free from Darius's help, to face everything on his own, but the harsh reality leaves him trembling helplessly. This helplessness deepens his frustration and anger, but at the same time, he begins to feel an unprecedented struggle—how should he respond to Darius's rescue?
Gragas's thoughts are rolling on this cold battlefield, struggling between pain and gratitude. He doesn't know how to face Darius, and this sudden "concern" leaves him at a loss. At this extreme edge of life and death, Gragas's spirit is experiencing unprecedented challenges. He feels a deep sense of helplessness, which fuels his anger, but at the same time, it also breeds a complex emotion towards Darius. These conflicting emotions intertwine in his heart, forming an untieable emotional knot.
Every step of Darius feels like crossing endless pain and fatigue. His body is heavy and tired, but he still insists on moving forward into the forest. The struggle on his shoulders makes it even more difficult, but Darius knows they have no choice but to escape into the forest, in hopes of survival.
Gragas's struggle forced Darius to slow down. He felt Gragas's resistance and distrust, but he had no time or energy to explain. He turned around, looking exhausted yet determined at the relentless pursuit of the ice-cold puppets behind him. His voice was low and hoarse, conveying his urgency and determination: "Gragas! Calm down! Now is really not the time!"
This sentence contains Darius's helplessness and urgency. He knew that if they didn't act quickly, they would not be able to escape the pursuit of these undead bodies. His gaze was firm, but at the same time, it revealed a hint of pleading, hoping that Gragas could understand his current plight.
Even in this life-and-death moment, Darius is filled with complex emotions. He feels a hint of remorse towards Gragas, but understands that now is not the time to release emotions. Their only goal is survival, and even former enemies must face this disaster together.
The two arrive at the edge of the forest, and Gragas' inner conflict reaches its peak. He feels the strength emanating from Darius, yet his heart is still filled with hatred for Noxus and a stubborn adherence to his own beliefs. His voice is hoarse and low, revealing deep pain and anger as he growls at Darius, "Let me go! Noxus dog! Let me die! Hurry!" Gragas is filled with despair and self-abandonment, preferring death over accepting help from the enemy. Though his body is weak, his words convey strong resistance and unyielding spirit. He believes such survival is meaningless and would rather die on the battlefield than be rescued by the enemy. As he struggles, Darius, already weary, is accidentally tripped by a tree root.
Darius and Gragas tumble in the snow, their figures seemingly lost in the chaos. Gragas' resistance and growls seem to push their tense emotions to the extreme. Darius wears an expression of weariness mixed with helplessness, knowing that Gragas' resistance stems not from personal grudges, but from the deep-seated enmity bred by prolonged war.
Darius struggled to his feet, sweat mixing with snowflakes on his forehead and dripping onto the icy ground. He turned to Gragas with a hint of sadness and understanding in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he mustered all his strength to say, " Gragas, I know you hate me, hate Noxus. But now, our common enemies are these Frosty Puppets and this war. I won't abandon you, not because I want to be your hero, but because it's the only right thing I can do."
Gragas breathed heavily in the snow, his gaze lingering on Darius's face, a struggle and conflict that was hard to put into words. He wanted to reject the help from his enemy, but in this icy wilderness, he knew his chances of survival were slim. His heart wavered between anger and the instinct to survive.
Darius reached out again, trying to help Gragas stand up. His gaze was firm, choosing to stick to his beliefs even in the face of Gragas's refusal and anger. Their eyes met in the cold wind, as if in this chaotic battlefield, the destinies of two warriors were intertwining at this moment.
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