The Prince's Embarrassment

Jhin is indeed a bit troublesome now that he has inherited Yerlanriel's agility. He was already skilled in explosion magic, and now its power is even greater.

However, Varus and I haven't really made a move yet; if he stays in human form, he'll be easy for us to hit.

The battle was short-lived, and we regained control. Moreover, the battles in other locations had ended. Darius, Garen, and Sejuani arrived with their forces. Although they couldn't intervene, the encirclement was complete, and Jhin had no chance of escaping!

Sejuani quickly seized the opportunity to freeze Jhin's legs with her Ice Power, but Kled and Fiora severed them with a sword and a blade respectively!

My Wind Spear and Varus's arrow pierced his chest, crossing out from his back. Jhin coughed violently a few times and could no longer move.

"Cough, cough... Is this my final act? How utterly boring! Absolutely no dramatic tension! Enslaved by a bunch of bored spectators!"

"You resurrected too late, Jhin. We haven't fully merged yet," Yerlanriel said calmly.

"It's because you awakened too late, Yerlanriel, otherwise they would all have become my puppets in Prexian."

"I often think that if we were two ordinary people, we might get along very well, whether it's our talent for sculpting and painting or the art of killing."

"We are just ordinary people; it is this world that hinders our creativity."

The two men, deeply sympathetic to each other, defamed the beauty of language. Kled, filled with hatred for Jin, raised his steel knife and slashed at his head. The mask cracked, revealing an ugly face, which then split apart in two.

Jhin released his grip, Yerlanriel fell to the ground. He transformed back into a black cat, looking up at Varus:

"If this is my end, then I hope to die by your arrow. You won't be able to bring yourself to do it, will you?"

"I will beg for forgiveness from the Queen, and I will beg for your forgiveness as well. Farewell, Yerlanriel!"

Varus's eyes were filled with tears. Ever since he became Ascended again, he knew that one day he would kill his former brother with his own hands.

The holy arrow left a dazzling trail in the air, shooting directly towards Yerlanriel's head. He closed his eyes and calmly accepted his death.

We didn't let our guard down, because no one knew if the Vastaya could be killed, and the experiment hadn't been verified yet. Then, Yerlanriel suddenly disappeared!

It's teleportation magic again! The same old trick! We've been keeping a close watch, but it's still useless!

Just as everyone was getting angry, Ivern suddenly warned me, "Watch out, Yasuo, someone extremely powerful is approaching."

I told everyone the news, and they looked around warily. Soon Varus noticed the approaching people:

"Don't worry, it's Ryze."

Most of the people here didn't recognize Ryze, but they breathed a sigh of relief when Varus said not to worry.

After a while, Ryze came over. He came alone, without the woman, and was still completely covered up, seemingly unconcerned about the humid and hot weather.

"It looks like a battle has just taken place here."

"You're too late, Archmage! Otherwise, you could have helped us block the enemy's teleportation magic!"

"Heh, is it him?"

Ryze reached out and threw a pistol to the ground, and it appeared in front of us. Although it was badly damaged by magic, we could still tell it was Yerlanriel!

"You killed him?"

"He had a strong aura of Dark Element on him, and I stopped him as he passed by."

"You can even interrupt teleportation spells?"

"Magic can interfere with other magic; it just depends on who can use it more skillfully. Don't forget, I can also use teleportation magic."

Ryze's words were a bit arrogant, but his tone was quite ordinary. However, that didn't matter; today's battle had finally come to a satisfactory end!

We returned to the Zhiyun Temple together. On the way, I wanted to give some introductions, but after mentioning a few names, I realized Ryze wasn't interested, so I gave up.

Olaf was a little annoyed by the arrogant mage and was about to lash out when I stopped him. Ryze wasn't really arrogant; he just wasn't really interested in the game. That's how I was when I introduced myself to him, but he still remembered my name.

After returning to the temple, everyone rested briefly before bidding farewell to Miyue, leaving only the original few people behind.

At this point, I told Ryze about my experience on Mount Targon, but he still showed no interest until I pulled out the Light Rune, at which point he even lifted his eyelids slightly.

"Letting you in was definitely the right choice. I searched there, but found nothing."

"You're not interested in anything I say. Is the World Rune all you care about?"

"World Rune are the key to saving Runeterra; nothing else matters."

"Alright, then you can have it. We don't know how to use it anyway."

"Thanks."

Hearing Ryze's emotionless thanks, I didn't know how to respond. He really disliked chatting. We would occasionally exchange a few words when we met before, but that was always about World Rune.

Perhaps it was because he foresaw the real disaster that he felt so heavy-hearted. Sometimes I really wanted to share his burden, but he always remained noncommittal.

But then again, helping to collect World Rune is a way of sharing the burden!

Ryze left after obtaining the rune, and despite possessing immense power, his departing figure appeared weary.

"What a creepy guy," Kled said after Ryze left.

"It's not his fault, because there are even more powerful enemies behind the Vastaya, and even behind the Void, and Ryze is here to deal with the mastermind behind it all."

"Alright, the crisis in the south is temporarily resolved. Wouldn't it be better to leave a few people here?" Darius suggested.

"I'll stay!" Jarvan offered to stay, and Shvana, though silent, would undoubtedly stay with him.

Fiora was a little worried and wanted to stay as well. "Then I'll stay here with His Your Majesty."

"No need, Fiora. Shvana and I stayed because we discovered the aura of dragons here, which is perfect for cultivating dragon blood. Aren't you just wasting your time here?"

"Alright then, be careful. If anything happens, contact Harbinger and Yasuo immediately!"

Jarvan sighed upon hearing Fiora's words, looking quite helpless. "Sigh, why do you always see me as a Prince who never grows up? Just like Lady Tiana."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!" Fiora said very seriously.

Garen laughed at the sight, "Haha, after all, you're getting on in years. But you'd better watch out, Caroline's still hoping you'll go back to see the kids!"

"Don't worry, Great General Garen! I plan to train for a while longer before returning to Demacia. I want to witness the birth of my child with my own eyes!"