The far north, the Freljord, and a small basin with a steaming geyser where the water was bubbling, the sun in the sky slowly went down to the west to end another cycle of the day and began the next one at sunrise the next day, it was here, in this basin, staring at the bubbling water, the warrior Darkin was staring at his own reflection, angry at the visitor from another world, angry at himself.
The red-black Darkin, with a powerful two-handed blade stuck into the ground, watched his face, his horned head, and his fallen wings, constantly remembering the past event of a few weeks ago, how he had to watch the loss of his tribesmen, how after all, Aspiros wielding the Blade of Olympus terrified him despite all the pain and worse, he himself was overcome by fear and more.
Darkin's shining eyes expressed much, today only great anger, because this man had not only taken away his loved ones, his tribesmen, there was more, Aspiros had given him the same pain that he had once given Tryndamere, destroying his home and taking many of his own tribesmen, he was subjected to the same pain by an ordinary man wielding enormous power, and he himself, the Darkin blade, Aatrox could not do anything about it, the visitor from another world condemned him to similar suffering as he once did, Tryndamere, and to make matters worse, he, Aspiros, even maliciously he compared them to himself and the furious Darkin could no longer bear it. Aatrox punched the ground with all his strength so that a few pieces fell from the steaming water, his right hand was clenching on the hilt of the blade, dreaming of only one thing, to plunge the sharp blade into the one who sentenced him to death. equality with common barbarians and humans, at the hands of humans as well.
- be damned, man!. Aatrox shouted at the top of his lungs, raising his left hand high, eager for revenge and destruction, until a voice, a scream, a familiar scream reached his ears.
Aatrox immediately drew his sword looking up at the edge of the rock and the scream was getting stronger, Aatrox spread his wings expecting that the effect or rather the cause of these screams was the man he hated, so Aatrox began to flap his wings rushing to the top of the rocks where from the heights he had a perfect view. seeing the remaining smaller geysers and a break in large scales, Aatrox landed on the edge of the valley, observing the surroundings and his anger was constantly growing because he knew this person's scream perfectly well, but it was anger directed at himself, because he knows the person too well, he knew what it was and First of all, he didn't want to see her, he didn't want her to be hurt.
- that voice, Ashe, Aspiros!, how dare you, she's expecting a child!, you scoundrel!. Aatrox shouted, raising his scarlet blade until his voice began to tremble as they saw in the distance, in a small valley of geysers, a white-haired woman in a blue jacket running away, a woman who, with a bow and arrows behind her back, ran as fast as her legs could carry her, but from whom it was to be revealed in a moment when Ashe lost her balance and hit the hard ground with her back, spinning in the air.
Seeing a familiar person expecting her first child lying on her back full of fear, a light of extraordinary power shone in the usually vengeful darkin's heart, Aatrox himself didn't know who to hate more, or Aspiros for what happened to Ashe and Aspiros for feeling sorry for her and even worried. for her, or for himself, because such emotions took over him, the great Darkin had never felt such emotions, usually his anger did not leave anything good behind, and today new emotions that he had not felt before the transformation itself, today these emotions he defeated, the more Aatrox wanted to destroy Aspiros even if he wielded a powerful sword capable of shattering his own sword.
Aatrox grabbed a scarlet sword shining with great power and spread his wings but everything was shaken when the attacker came out from behind the rock and this made Aatrox's wings fall on his sides and he started shaking his head unable to understand what he was seeing, and it was Tryndamere , his opponent, the one who hated him so much, compared by Aspiros to himself and now a man obsessed with a bloody scarf.
In front of Aatrox's eyes, Tryndamere, a man in silver-blue gladiator armor, with a heavy helmet on his head covering his white hair, with a long two-handed sword shining with red power, was ruthlessly attacking his wife and their unborn child, and in his eyes, dreaming with a strange red aura, all that could be seen was a terrible predictions of what the barbarian leader will do.
- Tryndamere, please, no, please, I know you are there somewhere, your son, why are you doing this, are you really not there anymore, Tryndamere, please talk to me as you always do, just like my beloved husband. She said Ashe, slowly moving back along the ground with her arms and legs, never drawing her bow or taking up the fight against her beloved husband, but he never stopped walking, never stopped losing his wild motivation and choiceless determination, his eyes were boiling red again and he himself raising his sword high, he began to scream wildly.
- everything will be cleansed from the sin of this world, you too, my dear wife!. Tryndamere grunted at the top of his lungs, ready to plunge his blade into Ashe, and she closed her eyes and clutched her stomach, never ready for what was coming.
Suddenly, a loud bang made Ashe quickly open her eyes, and she saw Aatrox standing next to her with a sword locking her husband's long sword on himself, which was even weirder. Aatrox, when he struck with his sword, knocking the barbarian off her feet, stood in front of Ashe, defending her for unknown reasons, this sight made her that Ashe dropped her jaw because in her wildest dreams she never thought she would see something like this.
-Aatrox, why. Ashe whispered, but loud enough to see Aatrox look behind him for a moment, look at her, a strange determination shining in his eyes, then Darkin retracted his wings and looked full of determination at the barbarian king.
- I don't know what possessed you, but stop it, you want to fight, fight me, but leave Ashe alone, you hear!. Aatrox shouted, taking his sword in both hands, but Tryndamere responded with a fierce growl.
- fool, this world must be cleansed, understand if it were not for the peace that unites the world through him, this would never have happened, now you will be two new symbols, you and my wife and this bastard, will be destroyed in the flame of war. Tryndamere shouted and shot into the air, surprising even Darkin.
Aatrox turned right and struck left with both hands, his massive sword hit the silvery red shining sword of Tryndamere and to his surprise Darkin was already ready, making a quick turn and striking back with two quick and overwhelmingly powerful blows from the left throne, screaming with each blow like a mad animal, p and the first Aatrox was pushed down by the storm of successive blows, his strength, his power, was pushed down by the wildly striking man, and Tryndamere's ferocity was shocking with each blow, he constantly struck from left to right, making powerful swings sometimes hitting with a full rotation, each blow pushed him down again Darkin backwards.
Aatrox, although surprised at the very beginning, made a quick jump, landing behind the back of the barbarian king and dragging his sword close to the ground, but again, his maneuver was almost predicted by the wild opponent, when Aatrox jumped to the right and then to the left again, his opponent was already waiting for him, they did so Tryndamere's quick spins and blows once again shocked the great Darkin, for each wild swing blow shook even him, and Tryndamere again did not relent in wild blows and never felt tired.
Tryndamere jumped high, striking the air with another ferocity, and again, surprised, Aatrox, to save himself from being pushed, raised his wings high and began to flap them so that he landed safely out of his opponent's reach, but this was no problem for the wild man and his new power that had been bestowed upon him by the observer. called Apocrypha.
Tryndamere, sliding on the ground, struck again, his blows increased by the power of his new powers, he almost reached the target, hitting the sword in front of his right leg, then the two opponents, leveling their swords, looked into each other's eyes and Aatrox saw the same wild frenzy that had bound his two tribesmen, the frenzy kept in check those who wanted wars, who were forgetful, and despite their hatred for Aspiros, they still wanted revenge on others, and that was what broke Tryndamere's will to fight, turning him into a puppet, because despite everything, Tryndamere still hated Aatrox and many of his enemies from other nations, he didn't tremble because of Aspiros, he didn't hate him alone, he didn't sympathize with him like few people did, he constantly wanted war with all the enemies of the Freljord and now it was Amo that bound his mind as it bound the minds of Lux, Jarvan IV and Kayle, who only wanted wars with enemy of their nations, unlike the others, trembling, hating and even fond of Aspiros, a man of another world.
- bloody rage. Aatrox said in shock, but his shock would only become greater as Tryndamere suddenly turned around and began to strike a few blows per second from the left and right, and the subsequent trembling blows made even the strong, mighty Aatrox feel unsteady again, and what was worse, as he jumped in stops wanting to surprise the wild enemy, he was already there again, as if he had anticipated his every blow, even the one hitting the ground with full force, then Tryndamere, making a turn before the explosive wave of power, once again drags his long sword along the ground, hitting the blade with full speed and full force. his strength.
More sparks shot up into the sky and Aatrox began to lose his balance again, his opponent punching constantly and wildly, his left to right and right to left strikes two to three a second pushing Darkin down with such force that his feet began to sink into the ground. hard earth that cracked after each such blow, suddenly Tryndamere, turning around, shot out in a powerful leap towards the mountain, hitting twice the scarlet blade, which fell out of Aatrox's hands with a bang and stuck into the ground, and he himself fell on his back against the broken rock, looking in shock at the approaching barbarian who This was about to end his life until suddenly a luminous projectile hit him in the sky.
Aatrox gasped as the power of light passed him and a blue-robed Spartan struck from the sky, wielding a golden spear of power and his shield, his gold helmet shining against the setting sun.
- Pantheon, but why, why, why are you doing this?. Aatrox asked, looking in shock at the man with whom he had never had any sympathy other than dislike and hostility.
- this is not the time, I have to stop him before Aspiros does, and he is already on his way, Tryndamere!. Pantheon shouted and the wild man standing up threw his sword with all his strength at the aspect, Tryndamere raised his shield and suddenly experiencing a great shock he was pushed backwards by one blow with such great force that his left hand shook no more than the quiet voice of Ashe as she stood up to from a sitting position, she watched as the silver sword returned to her husband's hands and, making a great leap, he struck with mad ferocity at Pantheon, who was now fighting for her.
Even Pantheon was surprised and even shocked by the ferocity, strength and speed with which his opponent struck and struck with violent swings and turns, moving on to powerful and fast stabs while holding part of the blade in his left hand and arm, which surprised even more, because Tryndamere was a fierce warrior of his the strategy changed abruptly as soon as another opponent wielding a straw spear stood in his way.
Pantheon, blocking the first series of blows with his shield, started attacking himself, charging at the opposite shield with his shield, but here again there was another huge swing, as I know. Tryndamere, seeing the charging enemy, did exactly the same, jumping high and jumping with a powerful two-handed stab, but not in the very center of the shield. , oh no, it was a precise blow to the right side so that Pantheon, surprised and knocked to the side by the impact of the blow, stood sideways completely unprotected for two seconds.
Now Tryndamere had the perfect place to strike, the barbarian chieftain, possessed with a wild rage, did so with a powerful swing, but his blade again struck the scarlet sword and the rising Darkin, and Patheon looked at the opponent who now stood to his defense.
- you, but why?. Pantheon asked, because his goal was one, to stop Tryndamere and do everything to prevent Aspiros from reaching him, but why Aatrox saved him from being stabbed in the back, even he couldn't understand at the moment.
Suddenly, both Pantheon and Aatrox looked at the wild opponent and screamed, and he, striking with all his strength, made a pair of wild, almost lightning-fast turns, striking both the golden spear and the dwarf sword, and when Tryndamere shot forward like a missile, striking with a powerful thrust, he not only pushed the Spartan away but he knocked him to the ground.
Tryndamere never missing an opportunity he jumped high rushing at Pantheon driving his wild sword deep into the golden shield, Pantheon once again got the shock of his life seeing his golden shield damaged again, something like this had happened to Aspiros himself once and now history was repeated by a man in a wild frenzy and Tryndamere did not he gave way in the storm of blows, striking again and again, so that Pantheon had no time to strike himself, until Tryndamere was thrown from his golden shield by the mighty blow that Aatrox dealt, striking with all his strength with the mighty swing of his sword.
Tryndamere, hit by his own weapon and having his golden shield thrown off, rolled on the ground and quickly got up, always ready to fight, unfazed by fatigue or injury, he was constantly wildly observing his two opponents, his ferocity boiling over as Aatrox helped Pantheon to his feet and he turned his golden spear only at him, and then the two allies attacked the wild barbarian, fighting together, but even this was not to prevail on either side.
Tryndamere again, almost feeling each blow, began to strike with sweeping blows, his sword of light successfully striking Darkin's scarlet sword and Aspect's golden spears until the ground began to spin with the air and the mad cyclone with which Tryndamere struck with all his might, his blows became so fast that even the stones flew around and Aatrox and Pahtheon, struck many times in the parry with the scarlet blade and the golden shield, were pushed back, this gave room to attack, Tryndamere, seeing the weakened guard of the two opponents, their weakness in the parry, struck again, leading with a quick turn of his feet to the head and a crashing blow hit the golden shields, knocking the opponent off balance, Pantheon, hit at an aggressive angle, opened his shields and saw the mad barbarian striking his sword with all his strength, Pantheon only managed to raise his hand and a powerful blow hit the scarlet blade stopping the enemy's deadly blow but it was still enough to throw Aatrox onto Pantheon and knock them both down side by side, and when Tryndamere raised his sword again, ready to finish off the hated Darkin, Tryndamere, driven by instinct, jumped to the right and a new opponent struck the sky.
At the last moment, Aspiros stopped Tryndamere and his fatal blow at Aatrox, striking the ground with his salty brown spear, a red flag, the spear called, and holding it with both hands, he swirled, creating a cyclone of red and black, his black and red Armor of Ares glowed as did his flaming winged golden boots as they struck with both hands fast thrusts with a powerful spear and each of his blows hit the opponent's parade and Aatrox and Pantheon gasped in support as they looked at the newcomer from another world, a newcomer wielding great power beyond everything, and now after their defeat both could only watch the ongoing battle between him and crazed barbarians, but the greatest fear was currently tearing Ashe's heart, who instinctively drew her bow but never put an arrow on the string because of the fact that Aspiros was fighting close to her husband and they, making quick turns, were passing each other every few seconds.
The fight between Aspiros and Tryndamere continued, Aspiros was striking with all his might with both hands, and the salty brown Draupnir Spear blade was spinning, set in motion by both hands of the newcomer from another world, and his opponent, a crazed barbarian, was making quick turns on his feet, almost dancing, and making quick turns, he was batting away practically every blow of his, no matter whether it was aimed at the legs, arms, chest or head, each time the sword was in its place, in front of the spear point, and Aspiros, despite the first failures and visible fatigue and panting, struck with subsequent jumping blows, as fast as lightning, passing along the opponent's path and making full revolutions, his spear spun at once with him only to collide with a blocked great sword with a red glow, red power that was also from the eyes of the wild barbarian, so the two opponents were constantly exchanging a series of blows, Aspiros also reflected many of the savage barbarian's punches, even as he made quick turns and feints, trying to land a surprise jab after a feigned defense, both of them were like emotionless machines because neither of them had been provoked into making a mistake.
- it's probably a fight of attrition, because none of them will be provoked, Aspiros is a madman and Tryndamere is devoid of will and choice, I don't know. Aatrox said, struggling to lift his blade with a trembling hand.
- it's something more, it's a fight of exhaustion, Aspiros has already been through a few fights and now again, he still has the strength to fight, but he, this wildness, what is this madness, maybe it's true, Aspiros is only a result here but what is here the cause of these wild rampages. Pantheon asked, but neither he nor Aatrox had an answer to this question until the horned-headed Darkin trembled as he remembered the image of the Tourist.
- only he, the Tourist, can know that. Said Aatrox, and a similar shiver ran down the spines of both warriors, no worse than Tryndamere, possessed with wild bloody rage, starting with successive crazy blows.
It was at this moment that Tryndamere began to attack with endless wild blows, his body spinning, ending each sweeping blow with a powerful and fast thrust that pushed Aspiros backwards, and as traces were made on the ground and the visitor from another world was heavy, and more drops appeared sweat seeping from under his black hair, Tryndamere, making fake turns, began to punch wildly with all his strength again, his blows from right to left were wildly fluid and the resulting sparks of the reflecting Draupnir Spear covered the frozen ground and glacier around, finally Tryndamere jumped out at great speed, deflecting the gold aside a brown spear with a red flag leading his blade, Aspiros saw a great sword rushing towards his neck and turning, somersaulting on the ground, he made a few turns on both knees, hitting Tryndamere for the first time, hitting his legs and knocking him from his standing position, but before Tryndamere fell he made a quick turn, jumped behind him and started attacking the other world with a large sword.
This time it was Aspiros who jumped behind him throwing his spear, once, twice and three times each blow was again blocked by the great blade until everyone's eyes widened even Tryndamere looked at his sword and the spear spears stuck in his sword, suddenly Aspiros hit the ground with his spear detonating the other three reflections and shocking the praise of Tryndamere who staggered from the blow and his eyes full of red power began to boil with the new power of his own rage, Tryndamere screamed at the top of his voice and then two more light spears hit him, Aspiros jumped to the right throwing spears and hitting the fierce barbarian's two massive steel pauldrons, Tryndamere growled as Aspiros struck his spear a second time, blasting the wild barbarian and shattering its steel pauldrons.
- NO!. Ashe shouted as she drew one of her arrows but froze when Aspiros looked behind him and spoke to her.
- be responsible for your son, don't fight, because it will destroy your son. Aspiros said and Ashe, hit by his words more effectively than the strongest blow, suddenly lowered her bow and quiver, falling to her knees and the first tears flowed from her blue eyes.
Meanwhile, deprived of his shoulder guards, Tryndamere stood up and looked wildly at the crossword and his unshakable will, Tryndamere screamed again, trying to raise the blade, but he was already too stunned and the greater shock was about to cut him almost in half, when Tryndamere struck with a powerful blow, driving his sword into the ground and Aspiros he jumped backwards, threw his spear again, which hit the barbarian in the forehead, in his blue helmet, and when Aspiros hit the ground with his spear again, another shocking and blinding explosion knocked Tryndamere to the ground.
- this weapon is wonderful. Pantheon said until his hands trembled because this time it was Aspiros who started the attack, and Tryndamere, shocked by the blow, had no way to effectively stop his opponent, Aspioros struck with all his strength, making a few turns and blowing smoke together, his spear hit the opponent's sword with great force until when Aspiros spun like a cyclone and ended his blow with a powerful thrust, the intensity of the force and power of the rapid rotations ending with a thunderous thrust and a blow of enormous force caused the barbarian's sparkling sword to break into hundreds of pieces, Tryndamere, despite the loss of his sword, the fragments rushing around his face, still had his eyes on him wild rage, his rage never ended even when Aspiros made another turn, hitting his opponent's hand and depriving him of the broken sword, and in the next turn, Aspiros struck the hilt of his spear with all his might against the face of the wild barbarian, knocking him to the ground.
Despite the defeat, despite the loss of his sword, Tryndamere still had the strength to fight to get up, although his body was full of bruises and abrasions, he still wanted to fight, still wanted to smash everything in his path, even when Aspiros raised his spears high, changing it on Blade Of Olympus.
The image of the instrument of destruction shocked the rapidly rising Pantheon, because the image of a golden two-handed sword with a blue aura of power, capable of shattering the largest cities and mountains with one blow, a blade drawing many thunderbolts from the blue sky meant the end of another one of those possessed with wild rage.
- no, he will destroy him in a moment, Aatrox quickly!. Pantheon shouted and Aatrox, trembling with fear of destroying his own sword, barely stood up, dragging his scarlet blade behind him, but Aspiros was ready and at them, striking the Blade of Olympus on the ground, dragging it from right to left, creating a large sparking wall of thunder, and then Aspiros taking his right-handed sword, he put his left hand in front of him and squeezed the power stone called the Oath Stone of Orkos and, making a deep swing, threw a powerful wave of destruction from the blade that hit Tryndamere and dragged him beyond the lake of geysers and thermal waters, leading to a great wall of ice.
The wall of thunder collapsed and with its collapse, a huge explosion tore the ice wall into pieces, opening the path to the northern lands of the bear tribes, and with a huge tearing power, its wave hit everyone, pushing them to a sitting position, for a moment the obese raging snow could be seen, and when everything disappeared in the very center he stood, Aspiros staring at his face in the lake of geothermal waters until another scream shocked everyone.
- why, why did you do it, you damned monster!, you will pay me for everything, me, me, me!. Ashe shouted, gathering her bow and arrow in her hands, but before she made any move, Aspiros, the great darkin, stood between her and him, he stopped the barbarian kings, asking them to stop this madness.
- Ashe, please, if you attack him, it won't end well, he will destroy you, don't do it for your son. Aatrox said as he walked closer to Ashe and even though she kept her arrow cocked and Aatrox wasn't scared by her actions.
- because of him my son will grow up without a father. She said Ashe in despair, letting go of the bow and arrow.
- Ashe, listen, you are not alone, you have your own, and I, I have done so much, evil Trydamere, now I know what he felt and you have my word that I will take on this duty, I will correct my mistakes, you hear me, not a murderer!. Aatrox shouted, looking behind him at the man of the agile world, the man with the fading weapon, the man who listened to his words with great attention, tilting his head to the right.
- you?. Ashe asked trembling.
- yes, I do, you don't have to and you won't be alone, you have my word, on my blade and my blood. Aatrox said, thrusting his sword up to the hilt into the icy ground, kneeling before the barbarian queen, and Ashe, looking at him, looked into his shining eyes and nodded a few times.
- thank you for everything Aatrox, so be it, and, and, damned man. She said Ashe, accepting Darkin's proposals and constantly looking at the hated man, and he, Aspiros, shook his head and looked back at Pantheon ready to strike, but the aspect doubted when his opponent felt the opponent approaching behind him, and then Aspiros spoke again and for the last time, looking only at sunset.
- I am not the cause of the bloody frenzy, I don't know what it is or where it comes from, but it is the cause of everything evil, and I am only the effect, only the effect, I am the result, the effect, and if you want to hate me, please do so. free choice, that will give you freedom. Aspiros said.
- know one thing, I will always hate you for everything, for what you did, you took away my husband and the father of my son, I will never forget it. She said Ashe, squeezing her fists with great force before Aatrox's large hand released some of her anger.
- you want us to hate you, so you won on three fronts, I see it now, you leave only suffering behind, and this is your salvation, this freedom, that's what you want. Pantheon asked angrily.
- yes, because I am God of War, and I don't care whether you understand it or not, the bloody rage cannot be withdrawn, so you understand, and now hate me as you should, because I am the effect, but not the cause. Aspiros said as he deployed a pair of wings called Icarus Wings.
- so what is the result of your sick logic, what!. Aatrox shouted.
- if I knew, I saw, my eyes of truth see a lot but not this, it is hidden between worlds, I don't know what it is and I don't care about it today, because the world tremble before me now, let it tremble or hate because I am the God of War . Aspiros said in a booming voice and he shot into the sky rushing towards his target on his wings returning south to his home, the great throne of war and another terrible deed shook the Freljord that day, the third last terrible deed.
Ashe raised her bow and looked towards the south with great determination but as her hated enemy Aspiros had said, she had to remember her son today, and she couldn't risk it like this, Ashe was torn apart by hatred and responsibility for herself and her child, at this moment her new strength and support turned out to be someone who was an unexpected savior, Aatrox, hated by her executed husband, a darkin for centuries and the conqueror of the house of Tryndamere, now he, placing his large hand on her right side again, bowed his head, thus making promises.
- I don't know the future, no matter how you receive me, but I promised with my blood and blade, I will keep my word. Aatrox said.
- me, thank you, me, everyone will accept you, you have my word, you defended me, fought for me, for us. She said Ashe as she offered her left hand to the large Darkin and he just had to stare in surprise.
- and you have my shield, you fought with me, just like I defended me against the wild barbarians, maybe that's what it's all about, maybe, well, I don't know, I know one thing, wasting time to Demacia, to Fizgard, we'll decide everything there , he can't just wander around the world like that, he can't. Said Pantheon, being close to the greater truth but still missing the last pieces just like The Watchers, the great evil and watching everything from the shadow dimension suspended between Runeter and The Void.
It was a large black disk and black chains binding the hands, legs, necks and belt of a great monster of bloody burning diamonds, Apocryphon, his horned head and tentacles from his back were writhing in great pain because another thing of peace, despite his scarf, struck again at the essence of his world, and after champions like Aatrox, Pantheon, and Ashe, as well as the rest, entire nations would follow, and all this was focused on one point, God of War.
- no, no, no!, they hate him so much, others are so afraid of him, my blood frenzy doesn't work on them, why are you taking away my world, my food. Said Apocrypha.
- our little brother. A figure opposite him, similar to him, but made of white diamonds full of red, bloody veins, spoke up.
- Entropy. Apocrypha said darkly, looking at his sister, similar to him, with the difference that Entropy, apart from having feminine shapes, had a red cloak behind her, with white and red paws growing out of it, and she, like him, was shackled with black chains binding her hands, feet, neck and neck. waist, and her large pair of jutting horns falling behind her back swiveled along with her head and eyes filled with red bloodlust.
- yes, little brother, I see that our great body is getting out of control, you know well that after the primordial beast, Urmanakur also called The Devil, he imprisoned us here in the world of shadows, since then we have been in eternal slavery, but still we rule the world and now our common creation is starting to be broken by the eulogist. Entropy said, her voice as strange as it was metallic.
- I know what n is not the first peacemaker, he focuses everything on himself, he takes everything from us, this way he gains strength, I don't know, I don't know what this effect is about, but I know one thing, I can deal with it , and I think I know how, if he wants to unite the world against himself, so be it, I will wait in the storm, maybe I am welded to this cursed place like you, Amo, but I can show manifestations of myself in their world!, and I will do it. Apocryphon said, pulling on the chains.
- but remember, brother, if you fail, you fail, then I will take care of the cleansing. Entropy said and her brother Apocrypha nodded in agreement.
- so be it, but I can handle it myself.
- hopefully, hopefully, because you know what this means for us, our destruction from hunger.
- I know!. Apocrypha shouted and Entropia fell silent and once again watched the world of Runeter, her great creation, with her brother.
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Yes, the entire Runeter and the current state of affairs is the great work of two The Watchers, but who is ultimately responsible for the next tragedies, The Watchers who are fighting for their world, visions of the world or Aspiros who wants to break the current shape of the world, break the laws of nature and fate, destiny, break everything to open a new path, even if it is necessary to destroy even more, who is more guilty here, and most importantly, because in these tragedies there is also a great miracle, how Aatrox, Darkin and the confidant of destruction have changed and now someone who decided to be told for not his woman and not his child.