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Chapter 161 Uncontrollable anger, another person who wants to destroy the world?

Chapter 161 Uncontrollable anger, another person who wants to destroy the world?
Over time though the Noxians were pushed back by the Ionians.

But there was still a lot of territory occupied by the Noxians.

Among them is the island that seals Syndra.

Kallan stood on the battlements of Ferol, looking across the narrow sea to the interior of the First Land - the land now known to humans as Ionia.

There was no moon tonight, but everything seemed to him like daylight, his feline pupils dilated to their fullest.

Sometimes, these eyes will be illuminated by torches and reflect bright divine light - these are the eyes of a night predator.

Karan is a vastaya whose bloodline goes back to ancient times.

His hair, as dazzling as the sunset, was braided into dreadlocks hanging down his back, but now his hair was mixed with strands of gray.

His proud face was like that of a big cat predator, and his face was covered with scars from a lifetime of military service.

The left side of his face was hairless, with flaring red veins that were evidence of the severe burns he suffered as a young warrior.

A pair of curved horns sprouted from his temples, each of which was engraved with a spiral rune pattern. His three tails swept back and forth behind him, each covered with a section of plate armor.

He wore the black iron armor of Noxus, an outfit from his adopted homeland that always made him look sad.

Some called him a traitor, saying he had betrayed both Ionia and the vastayan heritage.

But he didn't care, it didn't matter what they thought.

The Noxians laughed at him behind his back, and he knew it.

He could have exchanged it for a more generous reward - but he still chose Ferol, a forgotten corner on the edge of the empire.

They don't understand.

But it didn't matter to him, he needed to stay here.

Of course, Noxus didn't win that war...

But Ionia is not a winner either.

In short, several years have passed since that battle, and Philol is still controlled by the invaders.

He turned back and looked across the narrow sea again, stopping at the many past events.

Why is he here?

This question would appear in the eyes of his subordinates every day, and would also creep into his mind in the darkest nights.

On those nights the forest and the hunt called to him.

However, the answer is simple.

He is here so that he can keep watch over her.

One night, a brother and sister.

Holding a fist-sized black crystal, he sneaked in here.

They destroyed Noxian warships one after another.

Karan quickly realized that this was a technique of making a fool of himself in the east and attacking in the west.

Making noises in the east and attacking in the west?

Fantasy pool? !

When Karan realizes their true goal.

He couldn't keep calm anymore.

Karan greeted the soldiers and rushed towards the Fantasy Pool.

Battleships and everything else were given to them.

Nothing is more important than Fantasy Pool.

At the same time, the sister entered the temple with four Ionian denouncers.

His people call it Darye Ashila - the Dream Pool.

Philol's original design was not a fortress.

Far from the Fortress, it was once a center of tranquility and enlightenment, where gifted Ionian young people would come from all directions to learn how to better harness their natural talents.

But that time was gone many years before Sirik was born, and the island was once alive with life, learning, and peace.

Now it has become a barren land and a prison.

There is almost no vegetation growing on the islands surrounding the fortress; only dry thorn bushes and ghostly gray moss thrive here.

The numerous birds and other wild life on nearby islands now avoid this area.

Except for the dark, hateful crows and ravens that followed the Noxians and never left.

Before the Noxian invasion, Sirik and other guards served as sentinels here, keeping watch over Dal'ye Ahirah.

Their mission is to ensure that the person locked inside is never released. Sirik led the team into the darkness of the cave, holding up a glass ball filled with glowing winged fireflies.

She shuddered, the hairs on her hair stood on end, and the temperature dropped lower as she went down.

The stone steps in the cave were wet and slippery, but she still sprinted down.

Because it won't be long before the Noxian pursuers catch up in overwhelming numbers.

They were all prepared to never come back. The only important thing was to complete the purpose of their trip and completely end the threat in the Fantasy Pool without leaving any future troubles.

They reached the deepest part of Darye Ashila.

The last ten feet were jagged rocks, and they slid down, splashing into the shallow pool below.

This sacred place was once a beautiful sight, but a disaster many years ago left it a cavern deep underground.

The people imprisoned here are the people they have been guarding for many years.

The gradually darkening forest was extremely beautiful, but the girl had no intention of watching it and stomped along the winding path.

The glowing-winged fireflies dance gracefully in the dusk, leaving luminous afterimages behind them.

But the girl slapped them away from her face, not caring about this fleeting elegance.

She lowered her eyes to the ground, kicked a stone away, and let it jump among the entangled tree roots, ignoring the setting sun filtering through the dense canopy.

The purple night marten's petals slowly opened, spitting out shimmering pollen into the warm dusk, but as she passed by in a hurry, she easily broke the stem.

Her cheeks burned red with shame and anger.

The mother's reproaches still lingered in her ears, and the ridicule from her brother and other children never went away.

She stopped, looked back at the broken petals on the path, and frowned.

There's something strange about all this...it seems like she's already——

Something black seemed to appear in her peripheral vision, and she looked around to see clearly.

There were four dark shapes, but she could only see them when she wasn't looking directly at them.

She frowned in confusion. That shouldn't be the case.

Something is very wrong.

Syndra.

This is both her name and synonymous with destruction.
It represents giving in to your darkest fears and rages.

To this day the name is still cursed in many provinces.

Half of the cave had collapsed, while the other half was barely supported by the massive root network of an ancient tree, which also wrapped around Syndra's limbs.

The roots look like a loving mother holding a baby, or like they are holding her down and restraining her, depending on your perspective.

She could easily have been mistaken for dead, but her chest rose and fell regularly the entire time, breathing in the water from the pool.

When the two siblings originally wanted to kill Syndra.

When I saw Syndra in the Dream Pool.

The two siblings had a dispute.

One believes that Syndra is also Ionian and should continue to live.

The other one thinks about the moment when Syndra wakes up.

The world will be destroyed! !
Just when the two were arguing.

Karan comes there.

The three of them struggled together, but could not tell the difference for a long time.

Syndra in the Dream Pool had her eyes closed.

It seemed like I was having a long, long dream.