Cirick gave a warning and immediately leaned forward and sprinted. Her movements caught Augen and the other two off guard, and they all raised their weapons to defend themselves against her attack. One of them flicked his hand and flew out a pair of hidden weapons, his movements completely instinctive.

Cilik dodged the first throwing knife, but the second hit her, stabbing her deep into the shoulder, and she bit down in pain, squeezing a breath out of her teeth and falling into the water.

It was too late for the man who hit Chirik to realize that the real threat was behind him. The Ionian was lifted up, a blade piercing through his chest, the entire blade piercing through his body. Then he was tossed aside, and the shadowy sneak attacker quickly shifted, throwing away the sword, and the next target was Okin.

It was Vastaya, dressed in Noxian armor, who roared, his lips flipped back, revealing the fangs of a predator. A deafening roar echoed through the cavern.

Cirick struggled to his feet and recognized him. This is Karan, the shameless traitor of Presidian, who turned his back on his people and Ionia and surrendered to his enemies. Filol was a reward given to him, like a bone thrown at a well-behaved pet. She and several of her brother's friends died at his hands.

"Noxus lackeys!" Aujin said, bowing his posture and grasping his sword. "You have betrayed our people! You have betrayed Ionia! ”

Kahlan smiled bitterly and walked quietly towards Aukin. He spread his hands wide, long claws sticking out between his fingers, and spikes sticking out of the outside of his forearms.

"Ionia doesn't exist," the Vastaya warrior roared. "It never existed. The land of the newborn is scattered with the cultures of thousands of mortals, each with its own beliefs, customs, history, and feuds. You people have never been united, never united. ”

"Maybe it's changing," Mr. Aujin said. "But you're on the loser's side."

"Loser? This war is far from over, boy," Calan said.

With a grin, Cirick pulled out the throwing knife from his shoulder, and the blood fell into the water like a scarlet ribbon dancing in the wind. She deftly threw the knife into the air, flipping the ends and grabbing the blade. With a flick of her wrist, she threw her throwing knife at the traitor, covering Augin.

The throwing knife plunged deep into the side of his neck, but Cirick cursed himself as she had missed her aim slightly, and the blow wasn't fatal. Even so, Aujin and their last companion seized the moment and charged.

Aujin lunged forward, but his attack was blocked by a slap from Karan, followed by another punch that flew into the distance. The last of their companions cut in quickly from the flank, but the Vastaya was wounded, but he was too quick and strong.

He flicked to the side and then to the side, the blade of the iron fan slicing through the air. Then he lunged forward, lifted his opponent's coat with both hands, and slammed her head forward against the stone wall. With a terrifying crunch, she snapped her neck.

Kahran's yellow cat's eyes were fixed on Aujin again.

Cirick was so far away that she immediately realized she couldn't help. Instead, she turned around and began to make a laborious march toward Syndra. She wants to accomplish the goal of the trip. She didn't expect to make it out alive, but she was convinced that she wasn't dying in vain.

She heard her brother's roar of challenge and Vastaya's roar, but she didn't dare look back. She plunged deeper into the pool, reaching down with her hand and clasping her fingers around Syndra's neck. Her skin was warm with warmth. In Ciric's other hand, the blade had been raised to the position of the fatal blow.

Probably not.

Something is very wrong.

The girl could still hear the night whisper of the forest beside her. She could still see the silver ferns and roots beneath her feet, and the last rays of the setting sun above the canopy.

But at the same time, she heard roars and roars, but these sounds seemed to be blocked by something, and seemed to be far away...... It seems to be separated by a layer of water?

For a moment, she felt her throat fill with fluid, and a panic rose in her heart. She's drowning! But no, it can't be. Here she is, a girl in the twilight of the forest next to the village. There was no water around her.

A shadow appeared in front of her, like an entity formed by the horrors of the night. She suddenly felt a tightening around her throat, and then she began to feel breathless.

Her eyes kept blinking. She saw a young woman with twisted tattoos all over her face. The sight was strange and vague, as if the man was seen through the water. A hand grabbed her throat and choked her airway, and a knife was held up in the air, ready to pierce at any moment—

No.

She returned to the forest. She entered some kind of horrible lucid dream. She had just come here, and shame and anger stained her cheeks. She was going to Lingliu to soothe the anger stirring in her heart.

No, she's already experienced it once. She's been through it many, hundreds, thousands of times. Live in that time over and over again.

What if this is a dream and another is reality?

Sindra's hatred and anger began to coalesce into darkness and stir through her body.

So she woke up from an endless dream.

Cilik saw Syndra's eyes snap open.

She screamed in despair, the blade in her hand stabbing down, but nothing was stabbed as some invisible force suddenly appeared and lifted her into the air. She struggled and frantically shook her body, as if she was also resisting the rising tide. Her powerlessness is like a kitten cub in the mouth of a mother cat.

Sindra pulled her hands and feet out of the bindings of the roots, then emerged from the water, gasping for breath. The pool of water trickled down from her, and Sindra rose into the air, hovering a few feet above the water's surface, falling droplets of light flickering in the pulsating halo of the pool's water. Sindra's hand radiated dark energy, hanging Cirik in the air, unable to do anything, and Sindra's eyes burned with a cold fire at the moment.

The ensuing sight was both terrified and obsessed with Hirik, and she saw a helmet—or rather, a crown—grow out of Syndra's head. The crown of her head encircled her brow, as if darkness had been given life, forming a pair of tall, curved horns. A pure orb of shadow appeared in the center of the crown, silhouetted like a jewel, burning like fire, emitting waves of energy like Syndra's blood.

Cilik writhed in the air, and her brother Augin, broke free of Kalan's grasp. Then he saw Syndra, and his expression was full of awe. It seemed to him that Vastaya was almost as shocked, his feline lips turned back, hissing and his eyes rounded.

With a terrifying concussion, three darkest orbs materialized around Sindra, then slowly swirled around her. They seemed to engulf the already faint light in the cavern and tugged at Ciric's soul, a feeling of disgust and despair that strangled her.

"How long?" Sindra asked in a commanding tone, her voice shattered and drifting from a long slumber. "How long have I been stuck here?"

"A few years," Cirick spat out a few words angrily. "Decades. We should have killed you a long time ago. ”

She sensed Sindra's hatred and plunged into her like a knife, and she gasped in pain. Sindra let out a roar of rage and threw Shirik into the corner of the cave with a wave of her hand.

She slammed into the rock wall twenty feet away, fell hard, and fell to the ground in pain. Syndra's dark gaze then turned to Aujin and the Noxian creature.

Cirick grinned in pain. She judged that she had broken her left leg and more than one rib, and supported her upper body as she flinched. She screamed as her brother Aujin staggered into the water, his hands clenched into fists in a pleading gesture.

"No, brother......" she said in a weak voice.

"I'm not your enemy!" Aujin shouted. "We are all Ionian children!"

Sindra looked down at her, power radiating from her gaze.

"The Noxians have attacked our land and slaughtered our people!" He continued. "We held them back, but they still held their ground in the land of our ancestors. They won't give up! Ionia is dividing and in danger! You have to help! Help us rebel against the new tyrant! ”

"I don't know the Noxians you're talking about," Sindra replied. "But if they killed my people, then maybe I should thank them. The tyranny I have experienced is for those whom I have called my countrymen. ”

Aukin's expression was full of horror, and perhaps he finally realized how stupid he was, and he sat on his knees and gave up completely.