Ori is a Phantom Harbor, a hidden coastal village guarded by mystical powers unique to Ionia. Unlike Ferore, she does not welcome strangers and is not on any map. If she wants to show her true face, she can only do it to her own will. As a result, many people are eager to take advantage of the obvious stupidity.

Most people come from the sea, dreaming of wealth, opportunity, or just a new beginning, but their hopes are shattered in an instant. At first, the coastline that had lured them would disappear into a cobalt-blue mist, like a thick wall, and from time to time the wall of fog would burst out with arcane energy. Then the sea rises and falls violently, setting off huge waves. As the survivors cling to the wreckage, the fog recedes for a moment, allowing them to see the glimmer of the flickering lanterns in the cavern say a cruel goodbye to them, before being dragged to the bottom of the air bay.

I can't control these people. They are not my people. It's none of my business.

Boriyi stopped his tapping. I'm here to find someone else.

I could feel my cloth bag against my thigh. It feels more reassuring, but I still prefer it to be within reach. So that I can instinctively fly out three kunai and insert them into three hearts. In an instant, three lives can be taken without thinking. And where it is now, I have to think about it first.

I raised my eyes and happened to see the man coming in through the main entrance. On the left and right were three guards, all dressed in battle attire.

"It's a lot easier...... Which one should I kill?", I teased.

Boriyi laughed. Not having a tongue doesn't stop him from laughing. It sounds a little weird, but it's really laughing. He shook his head again and went back to his old routine. He gestured, nodded his chin and told me that this time I was going to go out on errands and wait until they went out.

"You know I can't guarantee it. I touched the bag as I spoke, then turned to face the bustling atrium of the inn.

I stopped at the door for a moment and turned to face him.

"I'll try my best," I said, pulling up my mask. I don't mind letting them see their faces, it's just that it would be too much to let them see that I'm laughing at them.

The man with the escort was my man—he was the Grand Governor from Pop. That place is not far from the Equilibrium Sect. But he, like many others, betrayed his people to the invaders, just to get the gold, to go away, and then to the promontory. So now he's in charge of me.

His path has come to an end. Indeed, I should have done it while he was asleep at the inn, or when they camped before they arrived in the inn, but that was no fun! I wanted him to taste the salty sea breeze. I want him to feel like he can breathe a sigh of relief and die again. But I also want others to see him pay for his crimes, and to show them that no one can hide it.

If you dare to do it, you must dare to do it.

I approached silently. He raised a glass of wine to his lips with trembling hands. When his guards saw me, they immediately stood up to protect him. Consciousness is good.

"It's really surprising and happy to see polite people here," they couldn't see with the smile on my face.

"Is there anything wrong with you, girl?" asked one of the guards, his face hidden in a pitted, dusty bucket helmet.

"Him," I pointed with my hook and sickle. The scythe shines with a magical sheen cast in steel. "I have something important to do with him. ”

The guards drew their weapons, but before they could take a step towards me, they were enveloped in a thick cloud of smoke. Kunai began to roar, hitting his target with a soothing cracking sound of flesh cracking.

One. Two. Three.

Footsteps.

I threw two handfuls of kunai in the direction of the sound. The sound of metal clashing, and then the pop – the sound of the pop being bounced off the wall.

More footsteps.

"Hey, it's time for you to get some blood!" I shouted as I threw a shuriken from my lower back as I rolled over the room and followed the path of the shuriken.

I burst out of the smoke screen and saw the last of the guards lying on their backs in the doorway. All three spikes were buried deep in his throat - his chest still heaving slightly. I grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up, just to make sure.

"Almost ......," I whispered.

That's when I heard a burst of blood foam behind me. I turned, and through the receding smoke, I saw the Grand Governor lying in a pool of blood. His eyes widened, and he scanned the inn back and forth, trying to figure out what had just happened.

Now he is so peaceful.

When Irelia was a young girl, she was fascinated by the elegance and beauty of human dynamics. Under the careful guidance of her grandmother, she began to practice the traditional silk dance. Although she wasn't quite sure what the Ionian Spirits had to mystically connected to, her love for dance was unquestionable. In order to improve her skills, she left home to study with the most famous dancers in Ionia at Presidium in Navoli.

The Ionians are peaceful by nature and want to live in harmony with people, but some people see invaders on the coast. Précidian was thus in a panic. Irelia returns to her village, only to find that her home has fallen. Soldiers from Noxus crossed the ocean, wearing steel helmets and spears in their hands, shoved unarmed civilians through the streets with the hilts of their spears. The Admiral of Noxus, Dugur, also requisitioned the Zane family's mansion as a residence for the officers of the fleet.

Irelia's brothers, as well as her father, Rito, have resisted. Now the whole family is lying in the nameless tomb in the garden.

Grief-stricken, Irelia saw Dugoor's men carrying the utensils of her home, including a large metal insignia, which was the crest of the Zan family. Irelia hurried over to snatch it back from the Noxians. Dugur dragged her to the ground, had the soldiers smash the family crest with a hammer, and ordered them to dig a new grave for the child.

As they gathered around, Irelia turned her head to look at the shattered Zane family emblem on the ground. In the depths of her soul, a strange rhythm began to beat. The shards of metal began to tremble and fly, as if they were moving consciously. Once again, Irelia felt the peaceful joy of the ancient ritual......

With a wave of her arm, the shards whizzed like blades, slicing through the bodies of the two Noxian soldiers. Dugur and his officers retreated, and Irelia picked up the fragments of the emblem and fled the village.

In the silence of the forest, Irelia mourns her family and remembers her grandmother's teachings. It dawned on her that what she had learned was not just dancing, but the powerful manifestation of something greater.