The contours of the planet are thus forever scarred. Bright sparks swirled and scattered from the center of the valley. Gravitational pull gradually dissolves in the oscillating and restless spectrum, and billions of colors that ordinary people can't distinguish snag and splatter. My stars continue to press the material around them into their cores, getting brighter and hotter. It's a truly stunning sight, with dazzling light cascading out, and the enrichment of heat even stretches the limits of the spectrum. My back shook slightly with excitement.

The grass and trees are growing, and the rivers are steaming. The cliffs crumbled in the billowing smoke. The slaves who built the wheel, the soldiers in the mountains, the stargazers, the praying, the cowardly world, the prophets of the end times, the desperate people, the newborn kings...... All those who have witnessed the passage of the comet tail to the heavens have witnessed with their humble eyes the dawn that glows when the supernova is born. Everywhere on this sad planet, my light turns the deepest night into day. What kind of theories will they use to explain such a change in the color of heaven and earth?

Even the tyrants of the Titan clan rarely see my power with their own eyes. Of course, no piece of land can withstand the scars of that valley. Once my work is over, nothing will survive.

Even Pan Sen, the incarnation of the Star Spirit, was not immune. I don't know if what I'll miss when I get there is her or her meaningless barking.

The dazzling light of the apocalypse faded, and the once mountains had collapsed into lava mixed with rubble that flowed down the valley's original depression. This is the wound I left on the world. The abomination crown suddenly burst out with a sharp pain that pierced through my body. I'm going to pay the price soon.

I threw my head up, my eyes bathed in the sad glow of a dying star. My heart tightened, and my mind curled. A burst of topless despair pierced the depths of my soul, and a dark sadness swept over me in an instant. It's like you lost your most cherished thing in an instant, and you know that the whole blame lies with you.

A long time ago, some curious creature asked me why I could remember every star I had cast. If they've ever had the privilege of feeling how to create even a single star, they'll know that the stupidity of the question is reaching the sky. As I watched my beloved creature die at the end of its life, the energy she radiated was as if a corner of my soul was missing. Heaven has sounded the death knell for her heat death. And she splashed Mars, the last time she bloomed, even more than her other siblings. My heart was broken by a thousand petals, only because of the myriad heavens, which I had gradually lost as I turned my power to the service of the giant gods.

Panson's summoning was eventually exchanged for a star. This is the end of my unrestrained wrath, and the brutal sorcery I must deal with.

In a matter of seconds, they regained my mind and assigned a new task. However, no matter how brief, I have never enjoyed such freedom in any other world. What's more, I've learned what they're flawed. A small part of me has been freed, and it won't be long before I'll be back here to scrutinize this mysterious source of energy and break free from my shackles once and for all.

I became the spirit of war, curling and twisting in my flesh scattered throughout the universe. It will not be happy if it loses its concrete spokesperson in this world. However, a destined host has been chosen, and he will become the next generation of Panson. It was a warrior of the Rakol tribe, whose tribe entrenched at the foot of the Giant Peak, drew its power like a barnacle. One day, I will meet this new Panson. Maybe he'll leave that ridiculous spear behind and come with a new weapon. I sensed Panson's astral relatives scattered in space. For the past brief moment, their attention was focused on the world, watching their avatars on the earth be annihilated by the hands of their chosen weapon. Their confusion is mixed with a growing desire. They are pouring out each other to gain control of me. How I wish I could see their faces.

As I pulled out of the world known as the Runeterra, I felt an emotion sprout that had never been seen in the titans.

It's for fear.

Tariq is the Protector of the Star Spirit, who guards the life, love, and beauty of the Runeterrasp with extraordinary power. Exiled for dereliction of duty, Tariq left his native Demacia to climb Titan's Peak in search of redemption, but found a call from the higher echelons of the astral plane. The current Tariq is fused with the divine power of the ancient titan clan, and in the form of the Shield of Valoran, he never tires of being vigilant against the insidious and cunning corrupting power of the Void.

Tariq is the Protector of the Star Spirit, who guards the life, love, and beauty of the Runeterrasp with extraordinary power. Exiled for dereliction of duty, Tariq left his native Demacia to climb Titan's Peak in search of redemption, but found a call from the higher echelons of the astral plane. The current Tariq is fused with the divine power of the ancient titan clan, and in the form of the Shield of Valoran, he never tires of being vigilant against the insidious and cunning corrupting power of the Void.

Tarik was supposed to be the resolute guardian of Demacia, and his life was destined to be a model of the kingdom's highest ideals, focused, selfless, and dedicated. Although he has always seen himself as a protector, he has never felt the need to limit or limit the object of protection—whether it be an ideal, a work of art, or the life of a stranger. Each one can be worth protecting. Each one can be beautiful.

Most of Tariq's peers focused on training in combat techniques (which he had come with and could lift weights at his fingertips). The young samurai, on the other hand, was fascinated by the fleeting miracles that gave meaning to life, abandoning the savage, never-ending contests for pennants or crowns.

This philosophy of life lurks with hints of betrayal, especially given Tariq's high position and responsibilities in Demacia's military hierarchy. But he still chooses to devote himself to the deep understanding of simple facts, the understanding of love, beauty, and life, and wants to be the embodiment of these beautiful things. Tarik is admired by all, and he uses his friendly demeanor and sincere enthusiasm to overcome most problems and obstacles with his charisma, and when that doesn't work, he can also solve problems with warhammers and sword martial arts.

(End of chapter)