On a spring night, a few remnant stars were faintly visible in the broken sky, and the blowing breeze quietly fell along the cracks that were gradually healing, gently sweeping over the ruined courtyard.

The oppressive atmosphere faded, and Modrian's body stiffened, the faint remnant star reflected a little starlight, and an elegant and beautiful figure was reflected in the black pupils.

Dressed in plain clothes, Jana's tall and full body floated quietly in the air, a foot off the ground, and her right hand slightly tucked away her long white hair that was scattered over her shoulders, revealing her long delicate ears.

"I'm sorry, my lord, I'm a step late." There was a hint of apology in her indifferent voice, and Jana lowered her white face and whispered.

She had a hint of foreboding when she felt the aura of legend descend on Limentanlu, especially when the aura of legend was mixed with the disgust of the abyss, and everything happened in the worst direction.

The birth of the realm of the [Shadow Realm Inverted Skycanopy] made Jana lose her way for a while, struggling to trace the traces of Modrian, but she didn't get much.

Fate is merciless and reversed!

The shattering of the Shadow Realm allowed Jana to identify the source of her power, and the angry intervention of Shadow Face Scripps led her to find Modrian's specific location.

Thankfully, it's not over!

"Hand of Noxus, Darius!" Cana turned her head to look at Darius surrounded by the green wind, her azure eyes full of amazement.

When Valoran was on the continent, the symbol of the power of the Noxian Empire stood at the pinnacle of mortals, and while he was chasing power, he was also seeking to change himself, striving to be close to those transcendent beings {including Jana}, and won the appreciation of many people, even if his personality was too tough and domineering, he could not change the burning heart of power.

And in this world, on the continent of Calradimos, the gap between the knight chief and the legendary crown is also the distance between heaven and earth, and Darius, adhering to the path he once pursued, carried the black cutter to brazenly repel the cross-border attack of a legendary crown.

Following Cana's gaze, Modrian also looked at Darius who was wrapped in the green wind on his side, his tragic appearance was a little distressing, the criss-crossing scars were dense with the burly body, and the pale muscles were soaked in water, which was the sequelae of excessive blood loss, and the white bones supporting the body were faintly visible.

In addition, the most shocking thing was Darius's arms, the almost shattered arms that fell limply down to his waist, and it was only the residual memory of the muscles and the transitional stiffness of the wrist that allowed him to hold the black cutter in his right hand, and he never lost it.

"How's Darius doing?" Modrian's tone was a little hurtful, and he recognized his mistake.

And the price is that Darius shook the devil lord with the body of a knight, a legendary crown who stepped into the path of law, which is enough to be recorded in the long river of time, but it was exchanged for a half-crippled body.

"Don't worry, it's not too bad." Cana stared at Darius with her eyes closed, and said comfortingly, holding the elegant and delicate cyan staff with her white sleeve in her right hand, and a wisp of breeze floated on the top of the staff.

Instantly, these wind spirits danced in gorgeous trajectories, flying and intertwining at Darius's side, like moths to a flame, merging into the burly body.

[Eye of the Storm]!

[Eye of the Storm: Cana releases a Wind Shield on the target allied hero, which heals the target and forms a barrier of wind, absorbing damage taken until it is destroyed.] 】

The green wind gathered around Darius's body, and those terrifying and serious wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye after being kissed by the wind elves, and the flesh that had been cut was also slowly growing in the surging breath of life, once again enveloping the exposed white bones.

"You have to make a choice, do I leave or stay?" Cana looked around, in the raging energy storm, even with the protection of Modrian's knightly aura, the standing Trefali legionnaires and shadowstream soldiers also suffered varying degrees of scars.

The cyan staff waved, and layers of different green winds swirled around everyone's side, and there was a faint echo of the wind.

Hearing this, Mordrian's silence was for a while, looking up at the starry sky that was gradually becoming clearer, and the remnant star closed his eyes and fell into deep darkness, and the dim brilliance faded and dissipated.

A return to the Overworld was imminent, and he felt that most of the remaining energy in the Shadow Realm had been dissipated, and his own strength alone was enough to break the spatial barrier.

"Continue to hide, the matter is not over yet, I have a hunch that this throne dispute will be very exciting!" Modrian looked at Jana, at Darius who was waking up, and at Kami, who was once again hiding in the shadows, and said firmly.

He didn't believe that the Devil Lord would let them go easily, as could be seen from the forcible attack across the realm, the hidden shadow cultists would make a bloody choice.

Jana hesitated, her brow flickering in confusion, and finally whispered her own perception, and as she forcibly tore the space apart and appeared in the ruins of this courtyard, she sensed a faint consciousness floating around the courtyard, the source of which was from the mage tower that stood in Limontanlu.

"I don't know if the owner of the mage tower in Limont Tamlune noticed my move? But I'm certain that he should be aware of my presence. ”

Modrian frowned, he knew that the being that Cana was talking about, His Majesty Craigie, the guardian of Limontanlu.

"It doesn't matter, Valoran and Craigie don't have conflicting interests right now."

"Well, may the meaning of truth be with you." Cana bowed slightly, then glanced into the distance, and her figure suddenly turned into a sky-blue blue bird and disappeared into the vast night sky.

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Rewind time a little.

A roar that shook the heavens and the earth rang out over Limontamlu, and Hewlett, including the Duke of Dacama who had walked out of Quill Manor, looked at the dark night at the same time, where a subtle spatial crack was slowly dissipating.

Immediately, a breath of majesty like a prison descended on Limontamlu, like the end of the world, and heavy pressure fell on their souls out of thin air, forcing them to lower their heads.

"It's a legend!?" Compared to Hewlett, who was struggling at this time, the Duke of Dakama was like a proud lion, raising his head high and staring at the Cecil gladiatorial arena that had been torn apart from the gap in space.

There is also a disgusting breath from the source of the unleashed breath, the smell of the abyss!

However, in an instant, a faint mist of water appeared in the night, dispelling the domineering aura that filled the heavens and the earth, and allowing Limontanlu to return to normal order, as if the abyssal aura that had once flashed was an illusion.

"Sure enough, it's a legend, so that Craigie can make a move, it seems that the strength of that legend from the abyss cannot be underestimated, and he is even an abyss lord!" Duke Dacama turned his head to look at the brilliant mage tower that shimmered purple in the distance, and said thoughtfully.

The storm swept through the Stoke Kingdom, and he couldn't see the future clearly, was it new life or destruction?