Aloy gripped the handle of the Divine and lowered the idol from his shoulder. The feeling of relief returned to her shoulders, but for some reason, she could still feel the weight on her shoulders.

"Please," Planck pleaded. "Just a little more merciful."

"I'll let you see the truth." Aloy's words were cheering himself on.

She kicked Planck, his heel squandering his nose. He fell backwards like a drunkard, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth. He rolled over and looked at her angrily

"Look!" Aloy chanted.

She stretched out her spirit, calling on the energy of the Mother Serpent and waving the idol forward. A glowing mist poured out of the idol's mouth, and a swirl of blue-green energy surrounded the face of the mother snake, and the energy gradually materialized into a spirit tentacle. Against the backdrop of gold, these tentacles are as beautiful as the sunrise on the surface of the sea, and at the same time as terrifying as the darkest abomination of the sea. Tentacles continue to grow out of the idol, as if they are multiplying with some incomprehensible mathematical rule. They swelled and grew exponentially, as if every tentacle could hold the hopes and fears of the world.

"No!" Planck screamed. But the whirlpool was completely unmoved, and the tentacles wrapped around him like a storm.

"Face Naga Kaporos!" She shouted. "Prove yourself!" The tentacles grabbed Planck and passed through his chest. He shuddered, and the sights of the past flashed around him.

He screamed in pain, feeling his soul being pulled out of his body, while his mirror image stood peacefully in front of Eloy. Planck's soul burned with a dazzling blue flame, and the form of the soul was constantly changing, flashing many of the appearances of previous lives.

Countless massive tentacles continued to strike at the scarred captain. Planck rolled over and staggered to his feet, dodging the attack as low as he could. But with each dodge, more tentacles appear. The reality around him was twisting and whirling. A swarm of tentacles flapped at him, pushing him downward, farther and farther away from his soul—closer and closer to annihilation.

Aloy couldn't bear to look at it. She really wished she could look elsewhere. It is my duty to witness his passing. He was a great man, but he has failed. The universe needs –

Planck stood up. Slow, unyielding, and ruthless, he forced his broken body to stand up. He tore himself apart, broke free from the tentacles, and stepped forward one bloody step at a time, screaming in pain. Covered in blood and exhausted, he finally stood in front of Eloy. His eyes bulged out, full of hatred and pain, but also full of determination. With the last shred of strength, he stepped into the mist of light of his soul.

"I will be king."

The wind stopped. The tentacles vanished with a burst of light. Naga Kapolos was satisfied.

"You're moving." Aloy said with a smile.

Planck looked at his old love, and the distance between the two was only a few inches. He straightened his back, his chest filled with a fresh air of fortitude—he was the proud captain again.

Planck turned away from Aloy, the pain and disability not lessening in the slightest, but his pace was as confident as before.

"Next time I come and ask you for help, just refuse." Planck yelled.

"You've got to deal with that arm." Aloy said.

"Nice to meet you." As he spoke, he walked out of the temple and down the long staircase towards the sea.

"Stupid old bastard." She laughs.

The monks and priests returned to the antechamber, and Aloy remembered that a thousand things were still waiting for her. A thousand small burdens for her to carry. She must find Miss Doom. Aloy felt that Naga Kapoulos would soon need the bounty hunter to put to trial.

"Tell Okor and the other gang leaders to support Planck," Aloy instructed the angel. "Help him take the city back."

"The city is in a mess now, and many people want him dead. He won't live to-night," the messenger grumbled, watching the wounded captain make his way down the stairs.

"He's still the right man," Aloy said, delicately sizing the Divine on his shoulder.

We can never be sure that what we are doing is right, that we don't know what the future holds, or even when we will die. But the universe will give us desires, give us instincts. So we have to believe in them.

She climbed the stairs from the courtyard to the interior of the temple, the idol resting on her shoulder. It's a heavy burden, but Aloy doesn't mind it.

Instead, she felt like she couldn't let go.

Graves has traveled across the continent, and he is a wanted criminal in many realms, city-states, and empires. Unruly, strong-willed, and ruthless, Graves has amassed (and then inevitably lost) a small fortune from his life's crimes.

As a child, Graves lived in the alley of the docks in Bilgewater, and he quickly learned to fight, steal, and many other "crafts" that he had used for years. Later, as a young man, he hid in the sewage from the bilge of an ocean-going cargo ship and smuggled to the mainland, where he began a life of theft, deception and gambling. He has no permanent place to live, and he wanders from place to place. Until one day, Graves meets the man who changed his life, and he is the gambler now known as Triste. Both men saw in each other the same challenge and love of adventure as themselves, and the two began their deformed relationship that lasted almost a decade.

Graves and Trist combined their best of the game, and the duo was very efficient and made many big deals. They pick on people who are stupid and have a lot of money, cheat and steal, see the wind and steer the rudder, win countless fame and fortune, and more simply stimulus. For them, the perilous adventure itself has become as important as the material rewards.

On the edge of Noxus, they stir up two local families, then exploit their enmity to pretend to be hired to rescue the kidnapped heirs of one of them. As a result, they paid a ransom to the kidnappers with a commission, and then sold the valuable boy to an enemy with a higher price, making the employer cry without tears. At Piltover, they succeeded in stealing an airtight "clockwork vault" in a move that had never been done before. The two thieves not only ransacked the vault, but also had the vault guards help them carry all the treasure onto the ship. It wasn't until the ship had disappeared at the end of the sea that people realized that the ship had been hijacked by them. There is also a playing card left by Trist.

But in the end their luck ran out. During a robbery, Trist seems to have betrayed and abandoned his partner. As a result, Graves was captured alive and subsequently thrown into the notorious prison, "The Safe".

He was greeted by years in prison and brutal punishments, during which he held a grudge against his former partner. If it had been replaced by a slightly weaker person, it would have collapsed at this point, but Graves persevered, and finally escaped from prison. He dug a path to freedom with his bare hands, and then began to hunt down Trist, all because of this man, who gave him a whole decade of miserable life.

Years later, Graves finally looked forward to a showdown with Trist. But then, he learns the truth about what happened to the two of them, and together with his old friends, he escapes Planck's death trap. Eventually, he let go of his hatred. The duo may not have been smart, but they are more mature. They intend to get up from where they fell and continue to enrich themselves with their unique frauds, robberies, and violence.