"We have no ill will, I assure you," the captain continued, "that we are only seeking wisdom. ”

"You are as open-mouthed as a snake and scorpion," said the lone warrior. "You want the blood of the prophets. Turn back, or die. ”

The man in black on the horse frowned even more, and he turned to the side and shrugged his shoulders contemptuously.

"Come on," he said. "Kill him. ”

When it was too late, the crossbow was raised to his shoulder, and a dense stream of arrows whizzed. However, the lone warrior did not fall, and the arrow hit his heavy round shield, and it was bounced away. Then he began to move forward.

He didn't seem to be in a hurry. Every step forward was resolute with determination, the sun still sketching his silhouette as he slowly lowered his spear and pointed the finger at his foe. Another rapid salvo from the Crossbow. Once again, the arrow was blocked by his shield.

The mercenary group shouted, and the female soldier standing at the front took the brunt and pounced on him, the sawblade scimitar in her hand swinging at his throat. In the blink of an eye she was dead, the lone samurai's spear plunging deep into her chest. The next two men died almost at the same speed, and the samurai's spear made a long blood-colored arc through the throat of the first, and the edge of the shield shattered the second's head.

"Take it for me!" roared the captain of the expedition as he pulled a beautiful special pistol from his belt.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, and people could see the posture of the samurai clearly. He was dressed in ancient armor, but his arms and legs were bare, and his muscles were bulging. His cloak was crimson in color, and seemed to shimmer with stars in the light of the setting sun. The starlight was also present in his eyes, shining a relentless gaze through the shadows through the gaps in his helmet.

The lone warrior moves smoothly, neatly and deadly. His speed was so fast that it surpassed the limits of any mortal. More and more mercenaries are dying, and their blood stains the dry desert red. No one was able to hit the deadly samurai. He calmly walked through the battlefield, unstoppably approaching the captain of the ride. One mercenary after another, the mercenaries died, and it was not long before all the remaining people fled in the face of the huge enemy.

The captain on horseback aimed his pistol at the lone samurai and opened fire. Incredulously, he dodged at the last minute, and the bullet only scratched the side of his helmet. The captain cursed and loaded the pistol, ready to fire a second shot... But he was too slow.

The samurai's shield hit him in the chest, and he fell from the saddle. He fell heavily to the ground, and his body was immediately trampled under the feet of the samurai, unable to move, revealing a pained face.

"Who are you?" he said through gritted teeth.

I am your god of death," said the lone samurai. "I'm Pan Sen. ”

The brigade commander turned his head and saw that his pistol had fallen in the dust next to him. He reached out to take it, but it was just a pointless act of desperation.

"Laugh, mortal," said Panson. "It is a great honor for you to die under the spear of the Titan. ”

The desperate man tried to say something, but was blocked back, and Panson's spear pierced his chest. He vomited a stream of blood before he died, and then lay motionless.

Panson drew his weapon and turned to leave. At sunset, countless stars light up the night sky.

A comet trailing with a trail of flames is in motion, pointing to the mountains hundreds of miles to the east.

Pan Sen's eyes locked.

"So, it's time," he said to the darkness, and set off for the distant Titan Peak.

If people don't want to grow up, there's no need to force them. But maybe they've grown up? I don't have it anyway.

~Twilight Starling

Mischievous, whimsical, and unpredictable, Zoe is the embodiment of it all. As the cosmic messenger of the Titan Clan, her appearance is a harbinger of earth-shattering changes. She didn't even need to do anything, just just being somewhere was enough to distort the laws of arcane mathematics around her, thus disrupting the physical laws of reality. Sometimes it brings havoc and disaster, although she has no ill intentions in her own right. Perhaps that's why she's always been so careless about her duties, giving her plenty of time to play games, play tricks on mortals, or entertain herself. Encounters with Zoe may be joyful and motivating, but her appearance is often not so simple and often even means great danger.

Just like her astral personality, Zoe's way of ascending to the gods is unconventional. She did not achieve great victories in desperate situations with little hope, nor did she challenge the trials of fate to reach the top of the Giant God Peak. Zoe is just an ordinary little girl who seems to have been chosen completely randomly.

The mentor of the Bright Moon Sect commented that Zoe was an imaginative child, but at the same time she was self-willed, lazy, distracted, and fond of small movements. One day, she skipped her sacred magic workshop in search of something "slightly less boring". It was at this time that the Twilight Star Spirit of the Titan noticed her.

Under its gaze, the little girl mimicked the roars of the Bright Moon priests as she dodged their pursuit. After an hour of chase, she was surrounded by angry teachers. Just as they were about to reach out and grab Zoe, the Star Spirit summoned six items and placed them in front of the little girl: a bag of gold coins, a sword, a completed study notebook, a prayer mat, a silk rope, and a toy ball. There are five of these things that can allow her to escape or defuse the unfavorable situation in front of her, but Zoe chooses the sixth.

She didn't even think about running away, but grabbed the toy ball, kicked it against the wall next to her, and sang a song that bounced off the stern-faced priests with the ball.

Zoe's carefree and energetic energy overjoyed the star spirit, opening a glimmer portal to the top of the Titan Peak, giving Zoe a chance to see the universe. She leaped backwards into the portal, immediately becoming one with the star spirit, then stuck out her tongue and grimaced, disappearing into thin air before the eyes of the jaw-dropping teachers.

After this unusual transcendent apotheosis, Zoe traveled through many different dimensions, exploring the frontiers of the territory under the control of the Titan Clan, and playing with reality beyond human comprehension.

After a millennia of wandering, Zoe returned home, less than a year older. Although the Runeterras had barely changed in her eyes, the humans and other fellow Stars here had piqued her childlike curiosity.

(End of chapter)