The Void's base on the island was predominantly black, with a Gothic style.
At its center stood a black tower a thousand meters tall, with the surrounding buildings spreading outward from it.
On one of the tower's balconies stood a tall figure, gazing into the distance.
Even within the base, he wore heavy armor, while the leather cloak over it made his build appear especially imposing.
Most distinctive of all were the raven on his shoulder and the limb at his left hand, replaced by red energy.
This man was Noxus's commander, Swain!
"This ambush was by no means without purpose."
Swain said coldly, "In the first battle, Noxus lost two great generals, Kled and Sion."
"Then, during the pursuit, Draven, Vladimir, and Riven were surrounded and fell on the spot."
"Now they have returned, yet there is no trace of any discernible pattern in their actions."
His eyes held a calmness like that of a raven.
"And now someone is cooperating with them to attack us from within and without."
"But after upsetting the balance, what benefit could that possibly bring them?"
This was the point he found most difficult to understand.
And he firmly believed that once he figured it out, the answer would reveal itself.
Just then, however, a voice sounded from behind him.
"If you follow that line of thought, you will most likely fall into their trap."
A slender woman in an ancient-style long dress stepped out of the shadows. Her features were elegant and plain.
Swain merely glanced at her and said indifferently, "If you foresaw something, then tell me."
"If you do not know, then leave."
"I doubt the people of Ionia would want you helping me, either."
From the moment she appeared, the woman had held a treasure-vase hand seal, her eyes