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Swen's gaze shifted from the departing Wei Dong and God Tone to the cold body of Summoner on the ground. His voice suddenly became stern, as if a furious fire erupted from the abyss, shaking the entire space: "Drag away these two failures immediately!" The command echoed through the entire hall, and a group of guards quickly acted, dragging the lifeless bodies out of the meeting room. This scene symbolized Noxus's ruthless attitude towards failure and its absolute thirst for victory.
Later, Swen's gaze turned to the remaining three Summoners kneeling on the ground. Under Swen's cold and oppressive gaze, these once proud Summoners now knelt trembling on the ground, extremely fearful. They knew deeply that facing Noxus's harsh rules, any failure or mistake could lead to dire consequences.
At this moment, the entire hall was filled with a heavy and tense atmosphere. Swen's gaze swept over each Summoner like a sharp sword, serving not only as a warning to them but also as a stern admonition to anyone who would challenge the authority of Noxus in the future. Swen's actions once again demonstrated the iron-blooded and ruthless nature of Noxus; any existence that obstructed the path to Noxus' glory would be mercilessly eliminated. Only true victors could stand firm on this land and attain ultimate glory.
A cold light flickered in Swen's eyes as he fixed his gaze firmly on the three Summoners kneeling on the ground. These once arrogant Summoners now resembled prisoners awaiting Skill E, trembling and bowing their heads in fear. Swen's voice was as cold as ice, each word cutting through them like blades forged in the depths of winter, piercing directly into their hearts: "From now on, The Two Brothers will be your commanders! All training content and tactical planning for Summoners must be directed by them! Do you understand?"
These words hit the hearts of the three Summoners like a heavy hammer. They looked up in panic, facing Swen's unquestionable authority. Almost simultaneously, the three nodded vigorously, their reactions mechanical. In that moment, they deeply realized that their position within the power pyramid of Noxus had fundamentally changed.
Swen's words were not just a command to these three Summoners, but also a significant adjustment for the entire Noxus Summoner team. Through their performance in the Summon War, Wei Dong and God Tone had earned recognition from Swen and even the higher-ups of Noxus. Their status and influence had reached an unprecedented level. For these three Summoners, this meant they had to readjust their mindset and learn to listen to and respect new leaders—two brothers with astonishing power from the unknown.
Swen's voice suddenly burst forth in the hall, shocking everyone's eardrums like a thunderclap. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk's, sweeping over every Summoner present, finally fixing on a Summoner who appeared to be around thirty years old. At Swen's summons, the Summoner trembled as he stood up, his whole body shaking, his eyes filled with fear and unease.
Without any hesitation, Swen quickly walked towards the Summoner, his arm, stained red by demonic power, reaching out and grabbing the Summoner's throat. The Summoner was lifted by Swen's power, his feet dangling, only able to weakly gaze up at Swen. His face gradually turned pale due to lack of oxygen, his hands struggling weakly, trying to break free from Swen's iron grip.
This scene is extremely shocking. Swen's actions are not only a punishment for this Summoner, but also a warning to everyone present - Noxus does not tolerate any failure or weakness. Swen's eyes gleam with cold killing intent, his voice low and full of threat: "Remember, on the land of Noxus, only the strong have a place. Your failure is not only your personal shame, but also an insult to the glory of Noxus."
Swen's gaze is cold and piercing, like a frosty blade in the winter night, directly piercing the heart and soul of the Summoner. As his voice echoes in the air, every word carries a ruthless killing intent and unquestionable authority, as if each word is a sharp and hard fragment chiseled from a glacier. Swen tightly grips the Summoner's throat, his hand like a cursed pair of iron tongs, mercilessly choking the life out of the other, leaving the Summoner struggling in fear but powerless to resist.
His voice was deep and full of threat, like a Skill E from the underworld, "I will keep a close eye on your future performance. If you dare to fail as miserably as you did today again... you won't escape next time!" These words not only contained his final patience with the Summoner, but also declared to everyone present that in Noxus, there is no room for failure.
Under Swen's devilish control, the Summoner could hardly breathe. His face gradually twisted, filled with panic and despair, knowing that if he failed again, an even crueler fate awaited him than today. Swen finally let go of the Summoner, who fell heavily to the ground like a broken puppet, gasping for weak breath.
As the tension in the air reached its peak, Darius stepped forward to defuse the situation. His imposing presence, honed on the battlefield, demanded attention. Though his voice was firm, it unexpectedly carried a hint of compassion, like a stern yet fair mentor addressing the three still-fearful Summoners: "Hurry, continue to improve your strength... Don't disappoint us again."
Though brief, these words seemed to offer a glimmer of hope. In Noxus, a land where the strong reign, every failure could become a fatal weakness. But Darius's words seemed to give them the courage to stand tall once more.
Two Summoners quickly helped up the Summoner who had just been grabbed by the throat by Swen. They looked at each other, their eyes flashing with determination and gratitude. Although unspoken, they understood that this was a chance given to them by Darius, an opportunity to prove themselves with strength. They quickly left the suffocating place, filled with a renewed determination.
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