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Gragas gazed at Darius, watching his lips move slightly, as if murmuring powerless words. Gragas leaned in closer, his face showing surface anger, but his heart filled with a tangle of emotions: pain, anger, gratitude, and confusion. He spoke with a conflicted tone, "Don't speak anymore... You're badly hurt, I'll quickly take you inside the cave to rest."
Darius weakly placed his hand on Gragas's belly, breathing heavily, each word a struggle against death. He laboriously said, "Assassins... they... will come back." Darius's words weighed heavily on Gragas's heart, he knew Darius was right. Those assassins controlled by dark magic wouldn't give up easily, they would come back again, their target not yet eliminated.
Gragas listened carefully to Darius's weak words, which carried a heavy weight and revealed endless worry. Darius struggled to remind of the impending threat, weighing heavily on Gragas's heart. His mind was filled with chaos, but in this urgent moment, he knew he had to act quickly. He made a great effort to help Darius up from the snow, supporting his body and moving towards the tree hollow step by step.
Gragas was pushing his body to its limits, each step a struggle against gravity. He felt a deep internal conflict, as this former enemy was now sacrificing himself to protect him. He knew Darius was severely injured, his life hanging by a thread, but he persisted in bringing Darius to safety.
However, as they approached the tree hollow, Darius's voice rang out again, even weaker than before: "Gragas... no need... go quickly... escape." Darius's words were filled with determination and helplessness; he knew his condition was extremely serious and did not want to be a burden to Gragas. A deep sadness flashed in Darius's eyes; he had made the final choice to protect this former enemy.
Gragas felt a strong sense of conflict and anger in his heart. He refused to accept Darius's words, gritted his teeth, and was determined to bring Darius into the tree hollow. However, Darius shook his head in refusal with the little strength he had left, clearly prepared to make the sacrifice. Darius's trembling hand pointed to the depths of the forest, signaling Gragas to leave.
At that moment, when Darius weakly urged Gragas to escape, a previously unseen determination and sorrow surged in Gragas's heart. Tears glistened in his eyes, but he firmly shook his head, refusing to accept this reality. A hoarse roar escaped his throat, filled with unwillingness and determination: "No! I won't give up on you, Darius!"
Gragas's eyes were filled with a mixture of determination and pain as he tightly grasped Darius's shoulders, as if trying to pull him back from the edge of death. In this icy wilderness, their fates were mercilessly entwined, and Gragas could not bear to abandon his comrade, even though he had once been his enemy.
Darius's eyes were filled with gratitude and helplessness. He knew Gragas' intentions, but he also understood his own condition. He weakly tried to persuade Gragas, but Gragas was determined not to listen. His gaze was firm on Darius, gritting his teeth, and every word he spoke carried an unwavering determination: "I will protect you, Darius, no matter the cost!"
Supported by Gragas's strong body, Darius felt a glimmer of hope for survival. His body was extremely weak, but his emotions were unusually intense. In this icy snowfield, his life was like a flickering flame about to extinguish, yet it was upheld by Gragas's indomitable will. Through his blurred vision, Darius could sense Gragas's unwavering determination, disregarding everything.
When Gragas carefully placed Darius in the tree hollow and leaned him against the tree roots, Darius felt not only gratitude in his heart, but also an indescribable emotion quietly growing. In this quiet sanctuary, Darius gazed deeply at Gragas, as if wanting to imprint everything about this man in his heart.
Under Gragas's careful care, Darius felt a long-lost sense of peace. In the eyes of this former adversary, he saw not only the cruelty of hatred and war, but also a profound understanding and the radiance of humanity. Darius's inner emotions blossomed in this cold land, as if finding a flicker of life's flame in the ice and snow.
Although Darius is seriously injured and his life hangs by a thread, with Gragas's help, he feels an unprecedented warmth and safety. Their breaths gently intertwine in the tree hollow, and their presence becomes a source of strength for each other's survival. At this moment, Darius is filled with complex emotions: gratitude, respect, and even a hidden bond.
Darius realizes that his relationship with Gragas is no longer simply adversarial. In this war-torn land, they have found the potential for mutual understanding and respect. This emotion, a mix of enmity and friendship, has become an integral part of Darius's inner being. In this cold refuge, Darius finds a moment of peace, his eyes shimmering with gratitude and bewilderment for this unexpected bond.
Gragas carefully tended to Darius's wounds, trying to be as gentle as possible, but every small movement was filled with difficulty in this situation. Darius's face contorted with pain, but he struggled to maintain composure, attempting not to let his suffering affect Gragas's treatment.
Gragas's hands trembled lightly near the wound on Darius's abdomen. He knew that once he removed the two daggers, Darius might lose too much blood, but if he didn't remove them, the wounds couldn't be effectively treated. He struggled in his heart and finally decided to act cautiously. He took a deep breath, gripped the handle of the dagger tightly, and said to Darius, "Are you ready?"
Darius gritted his teeth and nodded reluctantly. Gragas carefully pulled the dagger out of the wound, trying to minimize the pain for Darius. Fresh blood gushed out, and Gragas forcefully tore open his already thin shirt and used torn strips of cloth to press against the wound, attempting to stop the bleeding.
This scene left a deep impression on Gragas. He had always been a strong warrior of Freljord, but he never imagined that one day he would be helping a Noxus general in such a situation. In this shelter, pain and bloodshed became their common language, and a former enemy had now become his responsibility.
Darius's eyes revealed gratitude, his lips trembling slightly as he tried to say something, but the pain made it almost impossible for him to speak. Gragas's gaze was firm and gentle, his actions telling Darius that no matter how they had battled in the past, he would now do everything in his power to protect this brave general. In this small tree hollow, the destinies of two strong warriors intertwined, forming a profound connection that transcended their enmity.
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