The instant the greatsword fell, the vast sky suddenly lit up.
The light shone brighter than the sun and burned hotter than fire, gathering above the clouds into a brilliant pillar.
It descended from the heavens, shining down like God's Staff.
Justice, light, glory.
That sword of light falling from the heavens contained countless uplifting and inspiring forces.
Smoker, Tashigi, the Marines, the villagers, even the fish-men.
Everyone was awed by such mighty power.
Smoker was so shocked that he forgot to smoke his cigar. After seeing that light, he finally began to somewhat believe the nonsense Garen had made up before—
His power came from justice.
Tashigi, meanwhile, stared blankly at the sword light, utterly immersed in that peerless sword technique and unable to pull herself free.
When the sword of light that had plunged down from the boundless sky finally faded, heaven and earth returned to silence once more.
Only the clouds scattered by the sword's radiance remained in the sky, faithfully recording the brilliance of that scene.
And the fish-man who had been Garen's target, the object of Demacian Justice's Judgment.
He was already dead.
As though scorched by some unbearable heat, he had turned from the outside in into a charcoal statue.
Yet that light of justice had caused no harm to anything else. It had not even damaged the grass beneath the fish-man.
"About 80%..."
Garen firmly committed a number to memory.
As the user of the skill, he could clearly sense the force of that heavenly light.
Garen's skill descriptions had never directly stated the numerical value of their damage—
Because the damage his skills dealt had only ever had one threshold, one upper limit. Beneath that upper limit, Garen could freely control the strength of his attacks.
For example, his Fatal Strike could