The sky was dark, and the winds were cool as Akali was laying on a big tree branch near the Ionian camp, somewhat relieves and extremely exhausted.

She had carefully watched the whole time as the healers pumped mana out of him, and after hours of tense waiting, they finally announced that his condition was stable. Only then had she allowed herself to relax, and she had almost immediately fallen asleep right in the enemy's camp.

The exhaustion of not having slept properly in a week and then fighting a whole day had caught up to her, and it took her last energy to carry her tired body back to the Ionians.

She slept like a rock that night, knowing that Narlou was save for now.

While some assassins were asleep, others were awake, preparing for their mission.

Katarina was one of them.

She was currently hiding in the shadows near the Ionian camp, following general Regirou as he walked into the forest without a care in the world. Katarina had been in the assassination business for long enough to know when she was being lured into a trap, and this one reeked of danger.

So, why was she still following him?

Because she had no other choice. This was a perfect opportunity, one she would not get again, so even if there was just a small chance of it not being one, she had to take it.

Plus, Katarina, despite being an assassin, had never been the patient type. She wanted to finish this mission as soon as possible.

The Ionian leader suddenly came to a halt, standing as still as a rock as Katarina curiously watched him from behind the tree she was hiding at.

One second, the woman was observing her target, and the next she was dashing to the side, her sense screaming at her to dodge, and she was not a second too late. The tree she had just hidden behind had been halved.

"What the fuck-?!" Was all she managed to say as a sword came swinging her way.

She dodged the massive blade by jumping into the air, turning her slender body just in time to dodge a mid-air kick from the other person. Katarina threw one of her knifes at a tree some distance away and teleported to it with a quick burst of her magic as it lodged into the wood, quickly turning around to see what the fuck was going on.

Her face fell.

Right next to general Regirou stood someone she had hoped to never meet in her life. It was Lee Sin, a fellow champion and one of the best enhancement users in all of Runeterra.

She, an assassin who specialized in quickly taking out a target did not stand a chance against someone like Lee, not to mention with Regirou backing him up.

Why had she received no information about this?!

"Boram you motherfucker!" She shouted, realizing that she had been played by him.

"I swear if I make it out alive, I will personally kill you!"

"Surrender, Katarina. You stand no chance against the two of us." Regirou said, his arrogant tone annoying Katarina to no end. But he was right, she could not win this and could not outrun someone like Lee Sin. This was a lost cause.

Still, she would not be Katarina if she would go down without a fight.

"Come at me." Was all she said, reading herself to get fight until her last breath. They, too, must have realized that Boram saw no use in her anymore, so capturing her would just be a waste of time.

"So be it." Was all the general said, raising his sword high above his head, Lee Sin standing next to him with white smoke oozing out of his body in violent waves, his expression unreadable.

The last thing she saw was Regirou's sword hitting the ground before the everything became a mess of swords, knifes and limbs.

With the joint power of Regirou and Lee Sin, it took less than a minute to defeat her, and she was in chains before she knew it.

She could only thank the gods above that they hadn't yet killed her before she was knocked unconscious.

Quest Alert!

The Art of War: (2 / ?)

Survive the clash with the Ionian Army and contribute something each day.

With Lee Sin as their leader, the monks have joined the war.

Day 2: Defeat at least two monks.

Reward: +10 Level, Fame

Narlou woke up to this message filling in his entire vision, informing him about the new quest for the second day.

He had slept quite well, and as Narlou stood up, he felt as good as new. He could move his body just as well as before, and his mana was back as well.

"Hng!" Narlou moaned in satisfaction as he stretched his body, his bones snapping back into place and his muscles rewarding him with a wave of pleasure.

Feeling good, he put on some cloths just in time for the tent to open, a crying Sonya charging in. She hugged him tightly, and Narlou petted her head with a smile on his face, happy that she had not forgotten him.

"Ohmygodimsogladthatyouarealive!" The woman rapid-fired as she clung to him tightly sobbing into his chest.

"Don't cry, I'm here and I'm well."

Sonya clung to him for a few more minutes, before the horns signaling the gathering of the army could be heard, forcing them to separate.

"Please be careful today!" Sonya said as she held him by the shoulders, staring into his eyes to show just how serious she was.

"I will, don't worry. You be save too!"

With a satisfied smile and a nod, Sonya left the tent, going to the place where the healers gathered.

Narlou too got out of the tent, only to come face to face with a waiting Ethron. His face was passive, but Narlou knew him well enough to spot concern in his expression.

"Morning. Is everything alright?"

"Morning Narlou. I'm not sure, but I feel like something terrible has happened."

Narlou frowned, turning towards the gathering place of their unit.

"Well, we won't find out unless we see for ourselves."

Ethron nodded, and together they went to the front of their unit, waiting for Darius to command them into the plains. On the other side, Ionians were gathering too, forming a wall of people ready to fight.

They waited for their leader in silence, who stepped in front of them a minute later, saying nothing, instead looking at the enemy with an angry expression.

Slowly but surely, everyone from the army stared at the Ionians too, following their leader's example and Narlou could see their faces turning into all kinds of expressions, ranging from angry to surprised.

Curious, he turned to see what was going on as well, only to feel rage rising inside of him. There, at the front of the enemy stood Regirou, his massive sword in one hand and a person in the other.

"Katarina…" Ethron whispered next to him, disbelieve in his voice.

"We have captured your Champion, Noxus! Plus, we have Lee Sin and the monks on our side now. Are you sure that what you are doing is worth it?" Regirou shouted across the battlefield, his voice being heard clearly by everyone.

Narlou stared at the man angrily. He did not know much about the assassin, but she had seemed nice from what he had seen yesterday, not to mention that she was Ethron's longtime friend. And now she was being held hostage by the Ionians. But what made him angrier than anything was the expression of sadness and fury on Ethron's face.

Narlou could not even imagine how it felt to get one of his friends get taken from him.

"Ethron and Rumen, I can't fight those two at the same time, so I will need your help for today."

Narlou looked at Darius, surprised that he would need help against this Lee Sin guy. Just who was he?

"Yes commander." Came the answers from next to Narlou and somewhere from the left.

"Narlou, don't underestimate the monks. With them against us, we have a real chance of losing today's battle. Be careful." Ethron said before leaving to stand at the front with Darius and the other person named Rumen.

Narlou considered his words. If the monks were strong enough for even Ethron to be worried, then just how strong was their leader?

"Lee Sin is a champion of Ionia." A guy next to him said, having seen his confused face.

Narlou stared at the guy in shock.

"And Darius wants just two of our unit to fight against a champion?!"

The guy looked at his with amusement.

"This is probably your first time in Darius' unit so you wouldn't know, but Ethron and Rumen are not called "Two Man Army" for nothing. It it's them, they might be able to hold out against Regirou for today."

"So, I guess Lee Sin is stronger than Regirou since Darius is going up against him?" Narlou asked, wanting to know more about the champion.

"Easily. I have faith in Darius, but even he is going to have troubles fighting against that monster." The guy answered, something akin to respect in his voice.

"Why's that?"

Narlou found the notion of anyone being stronger than Darius absurd, so he felt a bit offended by the guy thinking so.

Said guy in turn looked at him like he was crazy.

"You really don't know anything about champions, do you? Lee sin is one of the only people on Runeterra who can use pure enhancement magic, so even without Runeterra's blessing, he would be stronger than any of us."

"He can do WHAT?!"

The guy didn't have the time to answer, as Darius spoke up again, his voice loud enough for every Noxian to hear.

"Soldiers of Noxus, do not be afraid of the enemy! They may have the monks on their side, but we are Noxians, and we don't back down from anything, no matter how difficult! Do not even think about the possibility of losing, we are victors! FORWARD!"

Fueled with motivation by their leader's words and funneled by anger from one of their champions being captured, the army moved onto the plains, the earth rumbling under their march. They would win, no matter who would go against them!

Riven was at a loss. She had been fought to a standstill by Irelia, and their army had not advanced one bit. They had fought long and hard, but the Ionians were a serious force to be reckoned with.

And now, on the second day of their battle, she would have to face not only Irelia, but also the Eye of Twilight, Shen.

She still had some hope that Talon, who had come to their camp yesterday evening could somehow do something to help their battle, but she knew that Talon had strict orders, not to mention that he was an assassin, not a fighter like herself.

And so, the army's moral was low as they stood in front of the Ionians.

She could only hope that Darius was wining.

On top of a hill, overseeing the battle of Riven's army against Irelia's sat a small person on an interesting looking animal. His weapon was rusted, his armor worn, and his cloths tattered, but his one good eye shone with delight.

"Looks like someone needs our help, Skaarl." His rough voice said, a heavy accent making his words difficult to understand.

Nonetheless, his steed made a sound of agreement, and without any more needing to be said, Kled charged down the hill, screaming with bloodlust and excitement.

The Ionians on Irelia's side lost a lot of their people that day.

On Darius' side on the other hand, the battle was not in their favor.

Ethron and Rumen were holding on quite well against the general with their top-notch teamwork and expert fighting skills, but Darius was having some troubles against the enemy champion.

While Darius was a very strong fighter in battle, he was not as specialized in fighting a one on one like Lee Sin was. With his martial arts, his blessing as a champion and his pure enhancement magic, Darius was hard pressed to win against the monk.

The Noxian general raised his axe just in time block a kick from Lee, causing him to slide back a few meters from the force.

"Take your men and go back to Noxus, Darius. Ionia doesn't welcome intruders." Lee Sin said in his typical calm voice.

Darius clenched his teeth. He knew that Boram had sent reinforcements, but why the hell were they not here yet?!

If it kept going like that, he would maybe not even make it out alive today.

Some distance away from the battle of champions, Narlou was slaughtering Ionians left and right. With his enhancement magic having reached rank 13, he had become much stronger, to a point where people who were as strong as the guy who almost killed him could be killed within a minute.

An incoming fist from the left made Narlou duck down low before jumping up, delivering a devastating punch right into the enemy's stomach. He could feel the skin tearing and the organs being ripped apart as his fist went straight through the person, exiting on the other side.

It was a gruesome sight and Narlou took no pleasure in doing that, but he kept going, destroying one enemy after the other. He had yet to find a monk to complete his quest, but it was still only noon, so he had plenty of time and, after his stat upgrade, much energy left.

Even with his high sense stat, Narlou just barely dodged a kick that went for his head, punching in the direction of the kick's origin, but no enemy was there.

'Huh?'

Another kick from behind him resulted in Narlou crying out in pain as a foot hit his back. He jumped forward, trying to gain some distance and turned around mid-air to see his enemy.

"That hurt you bastard!"

There, a few meters away from him stood a bald man with some loose trousers and a grey headband, his naked upper body packed with muscles perfect for fighting. He had an impassive gaze, but Narlou could feel that his every move was being watched by those piercing eyes.

"You are a monk, aren't you?" It was not a question that Narlou needed an answer for.

He could feel that his man was stronger that anyone he had ever fought.

"Well, aren't you going to come at me?" Narlou asked excitedly, readying himself for any kind of attack the man could do.

Suddenly, the monk jumped high into the air, stretched out his leg and sped down at Narlou, who quickly jumped back.

Not trying to block seemed to be the right choice, because as the monk's leg hit the ground, the earth literally split apart a bit where he had just been standing.

But that only made Narlou all the more excited.

"My turn!"

His red eyes shone brightly as he ran at the monk, raising his fist to smash the man into pieces. Said monk readied himself to jump up, trying to dodge the fist, but Narlou was faster. With a sudden increase in speed, Narlou buried the fist into the man's chest, pushing as hard as he could.

A loud crack could be heard, but it was not the crack on bones breaking.

Narlou leaped back again, unsure of what to make of the sound.

The smoke cleared to reveal the monk still standing where he stood, but his chest was covered with hard looking stone. In the middle, where Narlou's fist had hit, a crack could be seen, but only for a moment as the earth armor quickly repaired itself.

"Oh, so you are an earth enhancement user!" Narlou shouted excitedly.

It was his first time seeing someone who could use Natural magic in combination with enhancement magic.

These monks obviously were the real deal.

"Hmm. To think that a young kid like you could crack my armor. You must be someone special." The monk answered with an impassive voice.

Narlou found himself frowning in distaste.

'A bit arrogant, aren't we?'

A thick layer of stone started to cover the monk's right leg as soon as he finished that thought, and Narlou got ready to dodge the attack. There was no way in hell he would try to take on an attack from this guy. Ethron had always told him that earth enhancement users were physically on a different level.

The kick came faster than what should be possible with the heavy earth around his leg, but Narlou still managed to dodge just in time by jumping into the air.

The now airborne teen observed curiously as the monk's leg enhancement vanished and his arm was covered in earth instead. The man let his fist loose just as Narlou was about to hit the ground, and the boy's brown hair flew majestically in the wind as he twisted his body just in time to let the punch fly over him.

He could not allow himself to be hit by that, or he would be wiped off the face of earth even with his Dexterity stat being at 60.

"Hup!" Narlou voiced as he jumped up, fainting an uppercut only to hitting the guy's shoulder instead.

The monk's earth around his arm vanished again to create an armor around his shoulder and Narlou again watched this happen with interest, a thought flashing across his mind.

'Why is this guy not just covering his entire body in earth? Either he's underestimating me or…'

Narlou tried to kick the man's legs away, but the earth appeared again at the point where Narlou's leg was about to hit. A quick flicker of his gaze upwards showed that the earth was no longer around his shoulder, despite Narlou being in punching range.

A smile appeared on his face as he jumped back to dodge the incoming kick from the monk.

'So that's how it is.'

As Narlou readied himself for the second round, the monk enhanced his foot and kicked the ground, causing a big piece of stone to fly up. He kicked it with full force in Narlou's direction, who rolled to the side, quickly standing up again just in time for another stone to come flying at him.

"So, you wanna fight ranged now? Fine by me!"

Narlou raised his hand, and a condensed ball of pure mana appeared in his hand, crackling with energy.

"Here it comes!" The boy shouted as he threw the ball at the monk.

Another stone that came flying his way was evaporated the moment it hit his ball, and Narlou watched with anticipation as the ball reached his opponent.

"HMM!"

With a grunt, the man enhanced his leg with sturdy stone and kicked the ball with a mighty kick.

Said ball vanished upon impact, but not without leaving a small smoking crater in the monk's body armor.

'So, that's how enhancement warriors fight against ranged magicians.'

Satisfied with the results of his experiment, Narlou created two more balls and threw it at the monk. Quickly enhancing his legs, Narlou kicked off the ground to run after the balls.

"You are underestimating me, kid."

Narlou tried to stop his charge, but he realized too late that the monk had seen through his plan. A loud boom followed by a strong shockwave threw the teen back, causing him to roll to a stop a few meters away.

The man had enhanced both his fists with earth and had punched them together with such strength that a shockwave was created, both evaporating his balls and throwing him back.

His red eyes narrowed as he watched the monk quickly approach him and jumped up to take him on. He had not expected his plan to fail so badly, but he was not done yet. If there was one advantage he had over the monk, it was his pure magic.

The boy raised his hand pouring mana into the air above him, but his gaze was focused on his enemy. If the monk would notice his spell, his plan would not work, so Narlou quickly created another ball of mana in his hand to make it seem as if that was his plan from the beginning.

"You don't learn, do you?" The monk said as he came into punching range, forcing Narlou to dissolve his ball of mana.

Wind blew the hair out of his face as the monk's fist just barely missed his face, but with Narlou now in melee range, he threw a punch at the exposed stomach which was immediately covered in earth armor. He quickly threw another punch at his face, but the man grabbed his hand mid-punch, while putting his other around Narlou's throat.

His eyes bulged as his air was cut off. He could feel that his spell was close to being finished, but it didn't look like he had enough time left for that to happen. Not caring whether the monk would notice or not, Narlou poured even more mana into the spell, feeling how it completed itself. A quick glance at his enemy showed him to not have noticed his spell since he was too preoccupied with listening to himself talk.

Narlou smiled.

Game over.

"You were a worthy enemy for such a young boy, but-"

The air suddenly vibrated with energy and the monk stopped talking, looking up to see what was causing the disturbance. Upon seeing Narlou's spell, he immediately tried to jump back, but the teen used all of his 82 strength points to hold the earth user in place, his muscles bulging as they fought against the might of the earth user.

For the first time since their battle, the monk showed an emotion on his face, and Narlou would have taken some pleasure in watching the man's expression turn fearful if he wasn't too busy holding said man in place.

"LET GO YOU STUPID BRAT!" The monk shouted, but Narlou held steady.

The monk had already released his windpipe in order to try and free himself, but it was to no avail. No matter how much he struggled, Narlou's grip held true.

And then, his spell descended onto them.

Everyone in the vicinity was blinded as Narlou's massive pure mana spear collided with the monk's earth covered arms. If it would have only been the spear, Narlou wouldn't have doubted that the monk could have overpowered it, but with Narlou there and the enemy occupied with his spell, he had all the time in the world to enhance his fists and unleash numerous high-powered punches upon the man's undefended chest and stomach. Moreover, Narlou could do that for as long as he wanted since his own spells couldn't hurt him.

Narlou had to admire the man's perseverance as he tanked both his spell and his fists, but even he eventually gave in under the pressure of enduring both attacks at the same time.

With a loud bang and a sharp flash, the spear penetrated the armor, piercing through the man from head to toe, not even leaving any remains behind.

"Hah, what a fight man." Narlou said as he caught his breath, quickly sitting down to recover his energy.

Only then did he notice the silence surrounding him, and a quick look around revealed everyone to be staring at him. Both ally and enemy had looks of horror and admiration on their faces.

"Uhm, can I help you?"

"H-He killed the monk! Everyone, charge!" A random Noxian shouted, and it was all the Noxians needed to attack again, their moral high and their advance unstoppable.

The Ionians who had seen the monk getting killed on the other hand turned tail and ran as fast as they could, horror filled expressions on their faces.

Narlou just stared at the scene, a feeling of excitement filling him.

He had risen their moral just by killing a strong enemy and had quickly turned the tide of the battle around him with just one kill.

The feeling of his impact on the battle was absolutely exhilarating.

'Is this how Darius always feels?'

"Okay! Let's go find the next monk!" He shouted to himself, swept up by the soldier's high moral.

He felt unstoppable!

It took Narlou another hour of decimating random Ionian soldiers to find another monk. This one was already shrouded in fire by the time Narlou found him, and he, too, was killing every Noxian in his path without looking back once.

Narlou carefully observed the monk for his attack patterns and abilities, making sure to suppress his power as best as he could while pretending to be a normal soldier. He did not want to ruin the element of surprise that he had on his side.

'If I play this right, I might be able to take him out with one powerful attack.'

From what he had seen, fire enhancement magic worked both as a good defense and a strong offence. With the fire's temperatures, it was impossible to get too close or one would be burned to death immediately, and the same went for when the monk attacked. He had also noticed the monk never taking any ranged attacks head on, always dodging the spells instead.

Narlou guessed his low defense to be his weakness. No one could get close to him or fight him in melee at all, but the moment it came to range, the monk would be hard pressed to defend himself.

The only problem that Narlou had observed with attacking the monk from far away was the man's movement. He was always on the move, seemingly never standing still for even a moment, meaning that hitting him with a ranged spell, especially a spell strong enough to take him out in one go that had to not be noticed by the fire man was a bit difficult.

So, Narlou had thought of a plan. Or rather, his plan was to just not have a plan. It was impossible to hit the guy with a single strong attack, but why would he need to do that if he could just throw everything he had at the man? He surely wouldn't be able to dodge everything.

And if that didn't work, Narlou could always just run away.

'I've never been a big planer anyways.'

A loud explosion caused the battlefield to rumble for a moment as a massive spell exploded near them, and Narlou used the monk's minute distraction to attack.

Dozens upon dozens of mana balls appeared above their heads and came hurling down at the monk within a second, but the fire monk noticed immediately and started spinning extremely fast, creating a huge fire tornado that dissolved every single mana ball with its destructive power.

But Narlou had of course already prepared for that move and had created a big hammer made of pure mana while the monk was still spinning, waiting for the man to come to a stop. The moment he did, the hammer came crashing down onto the monk, creating a huge shockwave and decimating everything under it.

Meanwhile, he also created dozens of spears that came flying at the monk. He didn't stop there though and blasted mana rays out of his palms in rapid succession while already creating new mana balls.

Narlou kept shooting spell after spell, eventually amassing a huge number of attacks that came flying at the enemy all at the same time.

A huge wave of fire suddenly shot out of the spot where the monk was, destroying most of Narlou's spells, but it was not enough.

As the smoke cleared, it revealed a bloody and battered fire monk whose fire was not even burning anymore. He was barely even standing, glaring at Narlou who was laying on the ground sweat drenching his entire body and gasping for air.

It had cost all of his mana to go through with that attack, and he could barely move from the exhaustion.

As a familiar silence enveloped the field around them, Narlou used the opportunity he had created to shout an order.

"Attack him!"

Immediately, every Noxian soldier in the area attacked the monk with all their might, killing the already half dead fighter shortly after.

'I just hope that this still counts as my kill.' Narlou thought, watching the Noxians gather around him with curiosity.

"Defend the man with your lives!"

He felt his heart warming, and Narlou felt a new appreciation for the average foot soldier of Noxus.

It was just as before, with the monk dead the entire area started to run over the Ionians with newfound energy, immediately turning the tide of the battle.

And just as before, Narlou felt extremely happy that he had such an impact.

'I can definitely get used to this!'

Over the course of the day, Narlou fought and defeated two more monks, another one with fire enhancement magic and someone with lightning enhancement magic.

He had killed the first one in the same manner as before, which was only possible thanks to his unusually high mana regeneration, but the lightning monk had been very difficult to fight and if not for a Noxian fire enhancement user that had come to help him out during the battle, Narlou would have definitely lost.

It was just as the old magician Charly had said. The rarer the magic, the stronger it is once mastered.

When the battle had ended for the day and the two armies retreated, Narlou was in high spirits with his contribution in the battle, but he quickly noticed that it was clearly not the same for the rest of the army. Many of the soldiers he met along the way had sad and defeated expressions on their faces, walking without a purpose, as if they were sure that the battle was already lost.

Many soldiers also had come up to him, thanking him for killing a monk and saving their lives, and Narlou guessed that it was the effect of his quest, but he had yet to check upon the windows informing him of any changes. That could wait for later though, because for now Narlou wanted to know if Ethron, Rumen and Darius were alright.

They were not.

When he saw the three fighters walk back to the base, they had blood all over their bodies, their armor was torn, and their expressions defeated.

Darius did not hold a motivation speech that evening.

He didn't even get to meet Sonya, because she was, according to some other healers, so tired that she immediately went to sleep.

That left Narlou alone for the evening, feeling helpless and depressed.

He had tried his best, killed every person he had come across, and yet the army had lost many good soldiers today.

If he wanted to turn the battle around, he would need more power. Much more power.

"Tomorrow," Narlou swore to himself, "Tomorrow I will kill at least 10 monks!"

With that decided, Narlou went to his tent, finally looking through the windows.

Your "Pure mana manipulation" has reached rank 11!

You have absorbed the essence of the enemies you have defeated!

You have leveled up x14!

You have successfully cleared the second mission of: The Art of War: (2 / ?)

Reward: +10 Levels, Fame

You have reached a big milestone (lvl 50)!
+1 Rank Point
+50% mana capacity
+50% mana regeneration

You can now learn every type of normal magic!

You can now learn one type of rare magic!

You have reached a milestone (lvl 55)!
+1 Rank Point

You have reached a milestone (lvl 60)!
+1 Rank Point

You can now learn one more type or rare magic!

You have reached a milestone (lvl 65)!
+1 Rank Point

You have reached a milestone (lvl 70)!
+1 Rank Point

You can now learn one more type of rare magic!

The level 50 milestone was not something that Narlou had expected, but it was still very welcome. The message that came after that made him wonder though.

"Rare magic? I should ask Ethron about that when I have the chance to." Narlou thought, though he already had an idea of what the system could mean by that.

"And maybe I should learn some Natural magic when I have the time to, so I can make my enhancement magic more powerful."

The 24 level ups were also very welcome, though Narlou had already expected that much. He had gotten 3 levels from the guy he had almost died to yesterday, and he had killed dozens of those today, not to mention the monks he had defeated.

'When I think about it like that though, I should have gotten way more levels. Looks like it really becomes more difficult to level up the higher my level already is.'

Still, with the increase in levels, Narlou now had 120 stat points and 5 rank points at his disposal.

He had already decided to fight the next battle as a ranged mage, so he put 4 points in pure mana manipulation, raising its rank to 15, and the last one in enhancement magic, bringing it up to 14.

"Fuck!" Narlou cursed as he quickly suppressed his mana, or at least tried to.

Unimaginable amounts of mana were rampaging just beneath his skin, and if not for his quick acting, Narlou was sure that the entire camp would have felt it. It took a minute, but his mana eventually became calmer, leaving Narlou with more mana than ever before.

"Jeez, I should've expected that."

Despite the close call, a big smile was covering Narlou's face. He had become stronger, much stronger.

Maybe now he could kill more Ionians and win the war for Noxus.

He suddenly frowned. Something seemed wrong with that sentence, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"Whatever. Onto my stat points!"

Narlou didn't need to think about that much and just brought every stat except the mind stat up to 100. He knew that it could be quite useful, but he thought it made more sense to raise the stats that actually impacted his battle, so he decided to spend more points in his battle-oriented stats like agility.

His body immediately changed. His muscles became more defined, his senses became much sharper, and his body felt a lot lighter.

"I wonder if I could take on Ethron now." Narlou thought after the transformation finished, his spirits high after his increase in power.

"Nah, the guy literally fought against the general today, there's no way I could even be a match for him."

Satisfied with the results of today, Narlou stretched one last time before he laid down and closed his eyes.

Tomorrow would be another difficult battle, so he should rest well.