Exhausted and cold, the two friends were blurred and finally made it to the top, but they finally found it... Nothing.

They didn't see the city of legends at the summit, and there were no celestial warriors waiting to greet them – only ice, death, and rocks twisted into oval shapes. Pyras fell, his last strength finally exhausted, and Atrius let out a roar of disappointment.

Knowing that Pyras had no strength left to descend the mountain, Atris came to his side and sat down on his knees, watching his friend's life pass away.

At this time the gates of heaven are opened. The air around him shimmered like water, and a door appeared in front of Atris. A golden glow poured out from the other end of the door, warming his face, and through the soft curtain a glimpse of a city – a sight of architecture and grandeur beyond mortal comprehension. A figure stood in front of him, holding out a hand to him, waiting for his response.

Tears of astonishment welled up in Atrice's face. He was reluctant to leave his friend, but he looked down to see that Pyras was dead in his arms, a blessed smile on his face. Atrices stood up, helped his friend close his eyes, and gently placed him on the melting snow. He walked forward, towards his guide, through the veil of reality, into the real city of the gods.

Months passed. The people at the foot of the mountain thought that Atris and Pyras had died like the other climbers. People mourn for them, but this kind of thing has become so commonplace that even such an outcome has long been expected. Only one person in each generation is able to come down from the peak with divine power.

At this time, another troop of northern barbarians suddenly appeared in the mountains, and almost exactly a year earlier, on that day, they slaughtered the Rakol watchtower and the peers of Atris. This time they attacked many isolated villages, burned and looted, and then began to lay siege to a Sun Sect ancestral hall on the mountain. The guards of the ancestral hall are outnumbered, but they are all ready to defend the ancestral hall and the treasures and secrets it hides to the death.

As the marauders approached, a strong wind blew down from the mountains and made it difficult for a man to get up, angrily rolling up the snowflakes and whipping the rocks. At the center of the storm, the main peak of the Giant God Peak was fully revealed. The warriors on both sides were struggling and had to hold their hands in front of them to keep out the storm of ice crystals. At this time, they saw a city looming at the top of the main peak, shining with golden light.

The four stars of Panson's constellation shone brightly, then dimmed. At the same time, a dazzling meteor light appeared in the Mirage Sky City, cutting through the sky down the mountain range.

The light roared towards the ancestral hall, and the barbarians trembled and prayed to the gods they believed in. The light smashed into the earth, landing in the open space between the two opponents, and in an instant the sky fell apart.

This is not a fallen meteor, but a samurai cloaked in starlight, and his glittering shield and spear are exactly like those of legend. He landed crouching in the midst of a samurai's battle, landing on one knee and looking up at the group of enemies who had defiled the Giant God Peak. At this time, the surrounding Rakol people recognized him as Atreus... But not Atridus. The War Star Spirit had been infused into his body, and now he was both a mortal and a god, the physical embodiment of the God of War. He has become Panson himself.

He stood up, a spark shining from his eyes, and the enemies realized that their lives were short.

The battle was over quickly, and no one was Pan Sen's opponent. Outlander's blood was left strands from Panson's armor and weapons, revealing its original metallic sheen, glittering in the starlight. Panson defeated the enemy, then strode into the still-raging ice storm and vanished.

Atris' family mourned for their son and the funeral was officially held. Although his family had been ready to accept his death after he had climbed the mountain and never returned, his death had now been confirmed. The Panson Star Spirit has erased his personality, memories, and emotions. Atrius' flesh has been transformed into a shell, carrying the supernatural War Spirit, and his mortal soul has followed the ancestors of the Rakor on their way to the heavenly afterlife.

Atrius wasn't Panson's first appearance on the Runeterrae Continent - he had other incarnations before, and most likely there would be more to come. These avatars are not invulnerable, they are also limited by the physical limits of human beings, and they can also be killed, but they are very difficult to kill. Pan Sen's last appearance was a source of controversy among the elders of the Sun Cult, as his arrival was both a blessing and a curse, and he was often followed by long periods of darkness......

Short Story

Spear of the Titan

Spear of the Titan

A lonely figure awaited the armed brigade, his silhouette outlined by the oncoming sunlight. His heavy cloak and crown fluttered in the hot desert wind, and the spear in his hand stood high at his side.

The brigade consisted of thirty prime men. Most of them were mercenaries – weathered men and women, dressed in leather and buckle robes, armed with crossbows, halberds, and short swords. As they walked through the dust, they were accompanied by heavily laden mules when they stopped abruptly, and their swear words and meat jokes came to an abrupt end. For they saw the warrior and stood motionless in front of them. The black-clothed captain of the expedition team strangled the black horse under his crotch and frowned.

The figure stood on an abrupt boulder, not giving an inch.

"You have murderous intent in your hearts," he said.

His voice was as hard as iron and his accent was strange.

"I represent Kyoho. You can't move on. ”

There was a joking mockery among the mercenaries.

"Get out of here, madman," one of the mercenaries shouted, "be careful that we stick your head in a stick as a signpost." ”

"You're a long way from home, friend," the brigade leader began, "we just want to go up the mountain." There is no need for bloodshed here. ”

The lone samurai didn't move.

"We're just pilgrims, and there's still a long way to go," the captain continued. "Besides, there's no turning back for us. Our ship is already offshore, see?" he said, pointing behind him.

Behind the brigade, less than a mile away, the sea shimmered like dragon scales in the setting sun. Three sailboats are faintly visible, full of sails, turning around and heading north, heading home far away.

(End of chapter)