League of Legends

Chapter 849 The day the broken sword was recast
He fiddled with Maura's handcuffs and fetters.

Maura didn't push him away and let him go home, although she strongly urged her to stop the old man in her heart, but her selfishness made her unruly.

If the old man was the last person to accompany her in this life, then Maura hoped that this moment could be extended as much as possible.She sat like this in silence until a few minutes later she heard footsteps on the gravel path outside the hall.

Maura looked at Asa.

He was laughing, and dangled the loose shackles in front of her like a child showing off his toys.

"Father. Hurry up. Hide. Someone is coming." Maura's voice was sharp and sharp, and she could not refuse.

The old man quickly hid in the shadows in the corner.

Maura lowered her head again and assumed a sleeping position.She let her hair cover her face and kept her eyes open.

A gust of wind blew through the trees and around the doorposts of the hall.Against the backdrop of a beam of moonlight, a figure stood at the door.

The stranger's cloak no longer concealed his face, and the sword and metal shoulder guards were all exposed.

He paused at the door, as did the others.But unlike the villagers, he walked in.He made no sound of footsteps on the stony ground.

When he was a sword length away from Maura, he stopped.

He took out a leather scabbard from behind, with rough runes engraved on it.He threw the scabbard at Maura's feet with a clatter.

"Which one is heavier, Maura?" he asked. "Is it your sword, or your past?"

Apparently the stranger knew that Maura was not asleep, so Maura stopped pretending.She looked up at him, his face blurred in gray shadows, but the scar on his nose was clearly visible.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Another broken sword," he replied. "You are ready to plead guilty. I admire you for that."

Maura saw fleeting emotion on his face.

"What lies behind your sword," he continued. "Do you know the truth?"

"I killed him. He died because of me. I did them all...," Maura continued.She wondered if she could bear more grief.

"Raise the sword."

Maura sat there motionless.

She heard the man growl in annoyance.

"Stand up, you are inescapable," said the man.

His voice cannot be denied.

The whirlwind began to surge in the hall, pushing away the benches and pushing Maura to stand up.Fighting instinct and muscle memory guided Maura's arms.

When she faced the stranger, the sheathed greatsword was already in her hand.

"I begged him to break it," she said.

"Really?" The man's voice was mocking.

The stranger's suspicion stings at her, digs deep into the marrow of memories.

She trembled, vaguely remembering the sight.

Elder Suma's voice was quiet and peaceful.The atmosphere in his meditation room is heavy, with the weight of thoughts and incense.

Elder Suma did not judge her, nor did she have the burden of judging her.

Maura looked at the stranger in front of her, and felt a sharp pain in her heart, flowing all over her body, until her hands holding the sword.

She gripped the hilt tightly and drew the runeblade from its sheath.

"Why did you come?" Maura asked.

The shattered blade carries rough energy.The dazzling light casts dappled shadows on the wall.

"I know you want to die," said the stranger with a smile.

The ghosts that had been haunting her all this time were now in full force, and Maura slashed wildly at them.The man's blade parried her sorrow and rage.This made her even angrier, pulling her back into the present.The two started a sword dance.

Every block and thrust is accompanied by a roar and burst of air.

"I came here to kill the murderer who murdered my master." He gritted his teeth and gasped. "I've come to take your life."

Maura laughed loudly and looked at her with tears. "Let's do it."

The Gale Warriors lowered their swords and began to manipulate the whirlwind around them.The magic blazed, and the man focused energy on the rune greatsword.The Noxian magic on the weapon began to tremble, and the shattered blade scattered in an instant, and the small fragment at the top also freed.

The energy collapsed, and the small fragment burst out, flying towards the direction where Asa was hiding in the shadows.The bullet of death was about to enter the old man's throat.Maura once again smelled the pungent memory with the smell of incense, and that strong smell was Elder Suma's meditation room.

"No!" she yelled.

Maura dropped the blade, helpless in the face of the repeated tragedy.

Just as the blade was about to pierce the old man's weather-beaten skin, it stopped, held in the air by a wall of wind.The man with the scar on his nose breathed a sigh of relief, and the small piece of iron from Maura's Shard fell straight to the stone floor.

"You are lucky, you have enough breath, Master Comte." The stranger said quickly while panting.

Maura ran to the old man and hugged him.She looked sideways at the stranger.The wind was still whipping his hair, and he wiped a few beads of sweat off the back of his sword-free hand.

"You're not lying." The stranger also came over and picked up the fragment of the blade.

Maura saw part of his anger melt into understanding.

"You killed Elder Suma, but you are not the murderer."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The moment Maura had been looking for came alive again.A series of choked words blurted out.She trembled and supported the old man.

"I found him. I begged him..." Maura tried to bite out every word, but she was overwhelmed by excitement. "I begged him to help me. Break this. Break me."

"Elder Suma did try to destroy your sword," said the scarfaced man.His voice also became choked.

"But, Maura, the past is done, and we cannot change it."

Maura knew what it was like, to be confronted with memories that were gone and lingering.Now she saw that this stranger was also carrying his own ghost.

He sighed, and the whirlwind around him gradually subsided.

"It is my responsibility to protect Elder Suma. If I had been there...in that night...I could have protected him. It was not your intention to kill him." Maura looked at him, and the warriors who had realized the true meaning cherished each other, then Man once again carries his demons on his shoulders.

The two looked at each other. "At the end of the day, his death was my fault."

"Yasuo?" The old man came closer, and then stretched out a crooked finger. "It is a great honor that you have admitted your fault."

"My glory is long gone, Daddy," said Maura, seeing the same resistance in Yasuo, resistance to hope, resistance to forgiveness.

He shook his disheveled head and did not accept the old man's excuse.

"One wrong step, one wrong step. This is my punishment."

(End of this chapter)