Chapter 647

Her home was on the way to the summit, with rugged mountainside flatlands to the east and a mist beneath the steep cliffs to the west. m. An icy mountain wind blows everything west all year round. It's not uncommon for wild animals to brave the wind and sand to blow across that flat area, but it's rare for them to find prey here.

The wolves turned and roared at her, yellow light shining through the igloo window, reflecting their semi-fluorescent eyes. At the same time, the lantern overturned. It was a girl. A pair of terrified eyes responded to Soraka's gaze, and a pair of trembling hands clenched a wooden spear. There is only one thing that can lead to this cliffside path that leads to the sacred mountain. But never so young.

The wolves rushed towards Soraka together, and she heard the stars scream to protect her. Sparks trickled from her fingertips, and she let the golden rain of fire fall among the wolves. The impact caused most of the wolves to flinch under the shock of primal fear, but one of them was abandoned by its companions, its hind legs crushed under the embers. It was moaning, screaming, struggling. She saw the rest of the pack disappear into the icy wasteland, abandoning their companions to fate.

Soraka shook his head, so anxious that he immediately knelt down in the snow and stretched out his hands. She couldn't bear the pain of the poor little thing. Pain tugged at her. She put her hands on the base of its bleeding hind legs, and it howled angrily, biting her arm with its teeth. Hurt. The mortal body is defective.

"Stop!" cried the little girl. "It'...... It's going to kill you!"

Soraka felt her expression melt into a smile. "I'm not afraid of wolves," she replied as the light spread from her arms into the wolf's wounded body. "And," she continued, "the Giant God Peak belongs to me as well as to him. ”

The beast's flesh began to heal, and the broken bones were put back together like clay in the hands of craftsmen to shape their rightful shape. But the magic was burning her as it left her. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to lose herself in pain for a moment.

When she opened her eyes again, the wolf had fled. Only the girl remained. From time to time, her eyes flashed upwards as she peeked at the horns of Soraka, who already knew what she was thinking.

"Are you...... That?"

"Which one?"

"Demons. I once heard ......"

Soraka laughed. But before she could reply, the girl fell weakly, and the tip of her spear was lowered. It was only at this time that Soraka finally felt the great pain from the girl. Her arms were black from the elbow down. Her fingers froze with the spear, the flesh red and swollen on it. Such frostbite...... She'll be dead soon.

When she put her hands on the girl's arms, the girl flinched, much to Soraka's concern. In the face of healing, humans are an animal that reacts wonderfully. Their minds are complex. Their treatment must be consensual, they must want to be cured. There were times when she had reached deep into the wound with the tentacles of magic, only to find that her mind had pushed her back.

But not now. The girl was so tired that it had taken all her remaining strength to climb here. Soraka infused the dead flesh with all the power she could give and banished the pain. Rings of emerald light snaked up the girl's hands. The spear falls to the ground. As Soraka exerted her strength, she saw her skin fade from black to red, purple and finally back to its supposed dark complexion. All right. It should be fine.

"Do you think I look like a demon?" asked Soraka. Her golden eyes sparkled in the darkness.

The girl was silent. After a while, Soraka asked, "You're going to reach the top of the main peak." Why?"

But the girl looked away, ashamed, and rubbed her newly recovered arms. "My family," she said, shaking her head, without thinking. "We ...... We Lakoles are warriors. My mother, she was the strongest samurai. You don't know what it's like to be the only one who can't fight. That ......" she bit her lip, trying to find the word. "Weak. ”

With a wave of his hand, Soraka pointed to the dirt road that the girl had just walked, the path that led to the foot of the Giant Peak. "You've come so far, do you still feel weak?"

"My weakness will soon come to an end," replied the girl, her hands clenched into fists. "Wait until I get to the top. I will walk out of the last mountain and into the sky, as in the old tales. And then they had to admit that I was strong. It is impossible for a person cast by stars to be bullied. ”

"If only that were the case," Soraka said, a sharp smile flashing across her face.

Instead of seeing the girl's expression erupt in shock and bewilderment, she turned and walked to the side of the road. The starry sky above them was brighter than anywhere else in the world, against the backdrop of a dark sky. They were singing songs that only she could hear. This is her home. Not the original home though. But it's the home she built.

"Come," Soraka called. She held up a hand, the trail of her fingertips traversing the heavens. As she moved, the clouds were embroidered on the moonlit canvas, outlining the faces of the girls that they had heard from the story. A young woman with pale hair. Opposite her, a woman with a face like the sun. There was also a samurai, whose spear in his hand was not much different from the girl's.

"All these mortals have made it to the top. But they are the path they have chosen wholeheartedly. She turned to the girl and said slowly, without any pleasure in her words. "You're not really choosing the mountain. The Giant God Peak will not choose you either. You will go to death. Don't do it. ”

The girl turned her head. She was silent for a long time.

"So, where am I going?" she finally said in a stiff voice. "I can't go home. I can't go back to them. Where else can I go?"

Soraka smiled. "The world is big. You have many paths. I can help you, but you have to accept my help. ”

The pre-moonlight image fades.

Soraka gestured to the cozy yellow tent among the rocks nearby. "But first, it's better to come in and warm up. There's no need to return before dawn. Besides, I'm still boiling water. This is the best Ryoya for sipping tea. ”

In the previous era, when time itself was still young, the inhabitants of the Celestial Realm were increasingly worried about the fledgling races of the Runeterra.

These creatures are wild, capricious, and dangerously deviating from the great plan that Heaven has laid for them. The guidance and destiny woven into the night sky are often overlooked, and in worse cases, misunderstood by these simple mortal minds, leading to confusion, uncertainty, and suffering