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Swen and Darius stood deep within the Council Hall, their gaze fixed through the iron bars above at the magical duel unfolding between Wei Dong and Xiong Wen'an. As Xiong Wen'an summoned a powerful dark force, Darius's expression turned grave, his brow furrowing deeply.
He understood well that the presence of dark power on the Rune Continent was both widespread and profound. The Immortal Fortress concealed numerous secret barriers and force fields formed by this dark energy, which played an indispensable role in maintaining the fortress's safety and order. However, witnessing the sheer ferocity of the dark power displayed by Xiong Wen'an sent a wave of unease and concern surging through Darius.
He turned to Swen and whispered, "Have you ever seen such power? This is far beyond what we know." A flicker of barely perceptible tension crossed Swen's eyes as he forced a disdainful smile, though it couldn't mask the depth of his contemplation.
"Darius, this power is indeed extraordinarily strong. Xiong Wen'an is clearly not just showcasing his magic; it seems he is proving the glory of his lineage," Swen replied, his gaze returning to the battle above. "But this is also our opportunity—to see how much chaos he can stir."
A glint of cold light flashed in Darius's eyes as he looked back at the rampaging dark force, a decision forming in his mind. "We cannot allow this power to spiral out of control. If necessary, we must intervene." Their conversation was filled with caution and calculation; this battle was not merely a contest of strength but could potentially reshape the future landscape of Noxus.
Swen smiled at Darius, saying, "General, you need not worry too much." His voice carried a hint of arrogance and confidence, as if everything before them was under his control. "I can sense that the demons summoned by Xiong Wen'an are not particularly strong."
His words dripped with a subtle disdain, as if discussing mere insects beneath their feet. "Those demons are too low in rank to be truly fearsome." Swen's tone conveyed contempt for this dark power, as if he were dismissing an inconsequential performance.
At that moment, Swen raised his hand, a dark red light shimmering in his palm like a blood-colored crystal. This crimson glow pulsed with a chilling and imposing aura, suggesting an invisible threat lurking within.
"As long as we remain calm, dealing with such enemies will not be difficult," Swen declared, his eyes shining with determination as if conveying an unyielding message to Darius. In this battle, he was confident in his ability to control the situation and suppress their opponent.
Darius took a deep breath, his brow slightly furrowed, filled with helplessness and anxiety. While Swen's words offered him some reassurance, he knew that in this world full of unknowns and dangers, anything could happen. His fingers instinctively clenched tightly, revealing an elusive emotion in his eyes.
Swen stood beside him, wearing a confident and smug smile. He inhaled deeply, feeling the dark red power in his hand—this was a force he trusted and took pride in wielding. He gazed at Darius as if sharing an unspoken bond of understanding and reassurance, hoping to convey his strength and resolve.
In the chaos of the hall, their mutual understanding provided a sense of comfort; they knew that only through unity and trust could they overcome the challenges ahead. They fell into silence for a moment, seemingly waiting for the perfect opportunity—a chance to showcase their own strength. Amidst the turmoil of the hall, their eyes met, silently reinforcing their bond of trust and understanding.
Xiong Wen'an's roar shook the entire hall, drawing everyone's attention to him. His body seemed to be lifted by an invisible hand, rising several inches, making him appear even taller and more imposing. However, a look of pain gradually emerged on his face. The dark power behind him seemed like a ravenous beast, closely following him, as if a mysterious deal had been struck between them.
At that moment, Xiong Wen'an suddenly let out a piercing scream that filled the hall. A bright red kidney shot out from his lower back, glistening like a bloody jewel in the air, radiating a crimson glow. The dark power seemed immensely satisfied with this, coalescing into a swirling vortex of blackness before swiftly devouring the bright red organ.
Xiong Wen'an's agonized cries echoed throughout the hall, his face contorted in indescribable pain as if a demon were tearing apart his soul from within. The dark power swirled behind him like a thick black dragon, seemingly waiting for his command, exuding a suffocating aura of evil that sent chills down the spines of those present.
Suddenly, Xiong Wen'an's body began to convulse uncontrollably. His eyes were filled with helplessness and fear, as if he were struggling to break free from the dark power's grip but found himself unable to do so. His skin grew increasingly pale, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, revealing the turmoil and despair within.
Amidst his cries of agony, the dark power seemed to intensify, acting like a greedy monster that continuously consumed Xiong Wen'an's energy and life force, rendering him weaker by the moment. His kidney began to fade into the darkness, leaving only a shadow behind, as if it were about to be completely engulfed.
The onlookers witnessed this horrifying scene with hearts full of fear and helplessness, worrying whether they too would become victims of the dark power. Swen and Darius exchanged wary glances; they understood that this confrontation would not be easy and that the presence of dark power posed a tremendous challenge that could push them to the brink of death.
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