Your power is designed to destroy, and if you don't want to put it to good use, you can just hold it and sink to the bottom. ”

It was the last voice Taliya heard, and the words haunted her like a ghost as she was pushed into the salty waters by the Noxian officers. Thankfully, the current pushed her to the shore. Four days have passed, and she is still on the run. She ran for a long time, until the sound of the Ionian farmer and the Noxian soldier breaking tendons grew farther and farther away, and at last she slowed down. She trudged along the winding halfway up the mountain, not daring to look back at the pile of corpses she had left behind. It snowed for two days, or three days, and she didn't remember it anymore. This morning, she passed by an abandoned ancestral hall, and a bitter wind was rising in the canyon for no apparent reason. The gusts of wind became more and more violent, and finally reached the sky, blowing away the heavy clouds, revealing a clear blue sky. The pure azure color made her think that she had fallen into the water again. Taliyah's heart felt very familiar. She vividly remembers her childhood, when the golden sea of sand stretched under the blue sky. But this is not Shurima, and the wind here coldly rejects every outsider.

Taliyah hugged herself, trying her best to think back to the hot land of her hometown. Her coat could keep the snow out, but it couldn't keep the cold out. Loneliness was like an invisible snake, coiling around her body, burrowing into her bones little by little. The thought of her loved ones being far away made her legs weak, and she couldn't help but fall to her knees.

She tucked her hands deep into her pockets and trembled and rummaged through a few old pebbles in a vain attempt to keep warm.

"I'm so hungry. Except for being hungry or hungry. Taliyah muttered to herself. Weaver Mother, a rabbit, a bird, even a mouse I will eat. ”

As if in response to her plea, there was a creaking sound from a cloud of snow a few steps away. A handful of gray hairs poked its head out of the hole, slightly smaller than her two fists combined.

"Thank you." She was so cold that her teeth were fighting, and she could only murmur softly. "Thank you. Thank you. ”

She pulled a smooth pebble out of her pocket and slipped it into the leather pocket of the sling, while the creature kept watching her curiously. Although she was not very used to throwing stones on her knees, since it was a gift from the Weaver Mother, she had no reason to waste it.

She swung the sling, the pebbles between the leather ropes, slowly accelerating, and the little animal still had no intention of escaping, but was still staring at her. Taliyah felt a chill all over her body, and her arms began to tremble. When she felt that the speed was about the same, she let go of the rope in her hand, and the stone flew out of the air and her sneeze.

The pebbles slid out on the snow, just missing the meal she had almost arrived. Taliyah slumped backwards to the ground, a sense of frustration that had never been felt before welling up in her throat. She couldn't help but sigh, only to hear her own voice silently drift away. Taliyah took a few deep breaths sadly, the cold burning her windpipes.

"I guess it's a sand rabbit or something. In that case, there should be quite a few others nearby. She said into the empty snow nest that her innocent optimism had returned.

attracted her attention. She followed her own footprints in the snow and looked into the distance, past the sparse pine branches, and saw a man appear in the empty ancestral hall. She couldn't help but hold her breath. He sat down, head down, chin almost touching his chest. The long wind ruffled his long thick black hair, and he looked like he was either sleeping or meditating. She breathed a sigh of relief, and in her experience, no Noxianian would do either of these things in the eyes of an outsider. She recalled the rough touch of the exterior wall of the ancestral hall, as if there was still an aftertaste of those lines on her fingertips.

A cracking sound interrupted Taliyah's fugue, which quickly turned to a low rumble. There was a terrible tremor from the ground beneath his feet, and the thick layer of snow rubbed violently against the rocks, and the rumbling soon turned into a sustained shrill whistling. Taliyah looked at the top of the mountain, and suddenly there was a towering wall of snow in front of her.

She scrambled to her feet, but she didn't know where to go. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced at the ground, the edges of the rocks poking out of the dirty ice, and her mind unexpectedly remembered the small animals that were hiding in the burrows. She tried her best to gather her spirit, imagining the image of a thick stone ridge rising from the rock. A row of huge stone railings suddenly bulged and rushed into the air. The rock formation was high above her head, and the avalanche rushed right in front of her, slamming down on it with a thunderous thud.

The snow crashed against the new hillside, splashing a huge waterfall of crystal clear snow towards the valley cover. Taliyah watched as this deadly white Lian instantly enveloped the valley and tightly covered the ancestral hall.

In an instant, the avalanche stopped. Even the lonely cold wind calmed down. An unprecedented silence weighed over her head. The black-haired man was nowhere to be seen, presumably buried under the ice, snow and rocks. Although she escaped the avalanche herself, her heart was filled with unbearable colic: she had not only hurt innocent people, but she had buried them alive. "Weaver Mother." Taliyah muttered to herself. "What the hell have I done?" said Taliyah, stepping on thigh-deep snow and staggering and slipping along the way, hurried down the mountain. She managed to escape from the Noxian invasion fleet, but now she accidentally killed the first Ionian she saw.

"Judging by my luck, it's likely that he's still a saint." She whispered.

The pine trees in the valley were only half as tall as they were and turned into fine bushes. Only the spire of the ancestral hall has been snowed. In the distance, a string of worn-out prayer flags hung in the distance, now twisted and tangled, barely marking the end of the valley. Taliyah's eyes nervously searched the snow, looking for any traces of the man she had buried alive. She remembered the last time she saw him, he was sitting under the eaves. Maybe that would save his life.

When she finally got out of the avalanche and came to the ancestral hall, near the bushes, she saw two fingers sticking out of the snow.

She almost crawled over, staring at the pale fingers, and whispered, "Don't die." Don't die. Don't."

Taliyah carefully knelt down to dig through the snow, and found that the man's fingers were as hard as iron. Her hands barely obeyed, but she grabbed the man's wrist tightly. Her teeth chattered, her whole body trembled, and her palms felt no sign of a pulse.

"If you're still alive, help." She shouted into the snow.

She looked up. There was no one but herself.

Taliyah let go of his hand, stood up and took a few steps back. She pressed her numb palms to the snow, trying to remember the surface of the valley before the avalanche. Sparse rocks, gravel everywhere. Memories flowed slowly, and then converged in her mind. It was a dull picture, a rough charcoal gray with a few white spots, like Uncle Adnan's beard.