Sad Memorial

A sea breeze blows, carrying the salty, damp scent.

I suddenly opened my eyes, but the sunlight immediately made me close them again.

This situation is just like when the coup failed and I was thrown onto the big ship by LeBlanc.

But now there's no feeling of floating, and Poppy isn't there to watch over me.

The grass was rustling beside my ears; I must be lying on a grassy field by the sea.

Since becoming Aspects, how long has it been since I've felt this relaxed and carefree?

Soon I heard someone come to my side, and I quickly struggled to get up, only to find that I couldn't move.

At that moment, the person spoke, and I knew there was another person beside me:

"Mother, you've lived here for fifteen years. Come with me for a walk outside!"

"This place is nice; the scenery is beautiful, and no one bothers us."

"Did you shut yourself off because of your father's death?"

Who told you that?

"Teacher. Fiora, she said you deeply love your father, and that's why you refuse to leave because he's buried here."

"Fiora, you're such a chatterbox! Let's not talk about this anymore. How many days are you planning to stay this time?"

"Don't change the subject! I want to get you away! You can't waste your life here!"

"My life is long, my child."

"If that's the case, are you unwilling to spend decades of your long life with me?"

"I... I'm sorry, child. Okay, let's leave together. Where do you want to take me?"

Demacia!

The woman choked up a little, and I was also in tears.

She is Sivir, and this teenage girl is our child.

It turns out that fifteen years have passed since the Void War, and I was indeed killed by the Void Lord.

My current state is similar to my previous two deaths; I can see some real-life scenes, but the people in those scenes cannot see me.

I don't know what I'll become when I wake up, nor do I know what time it will be.

My heart pounded with anxiety as I awaited my unknown fate, but soon the scene before me changed...

I arrived at a magnificent hall, a building that was grand and imposing, as white as snow.

Surrounded by giant sculptures holding swords, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified—this was the Hall of Valor in Demacia.

I came to this place the first time I was reborn, and it's the same now, and I'm standing in the same spot.

However, I did not wake up; I remained in a state of nothingness.

Several people I knew stood in front of the memorial to the fallen soldiers: Jarvan, Caroline, Garen, and Fiora.

"I can't believe six years have passed so quickly." Caroline laid flowers before the monument.

"I can't believe Yasuo is dead. He was supposed to be a god." Jarvan also offered his flowers.

"Perhaps it was because he was a god that he died; the void took all the gods with it." Garen bowed deeply and offered flowers.

"No, maybe this guy is still alive, just transformed into someone we don't recognize."

From Leivo to Zhao Xin to Yasuo, Fiora is the one who knows me best, so she feels I'm still alive.

Here, only six years have passed, nine years earlier than the scene I was just in. It seems that time doesn't just keep moving forward.

Just as I was thinking about this, Sivir showed up with the child.

Unlike the others who wore sorrowful expressions, Sivir appeared with a smile, which was her usual demeanor.

However, I've lived through nine years since then, and I know that the wounds in her heart haven't healed yet; this expression is just something she shows to others.

"It's been several years, so don't be sad."

"Sivir?" Jarvan rushed over to greet her. "Where have you been these past few years?"

"I... I'm out having fun. I finally defeated the Void, and I don't want to waste the beautiful scenery of Runeterra."

"Is this your child with Yasuo?"

"Yeah, I don't think I've told you yet. His name is Zhao Shengli. This name is the only legacy Yasuo left him."

"Victory, we really won." Garen came over and hugged the child.

"You must have come here for something else, right?" Fiora could tell that Sivir was putting on a brave face.

"Yes, I'd like to find a Teacher for my child."

"Teacher? Then Fiora would be perfect! She'd keep our child company!"

Garen's words surprised me. It turned out he was already married to Fiora and had a child!

Before I could hear their next words, the scene before me changed again:

The surrounding area was a frozen wasteland, and I was standing on an open-air platform, the altar of the Freljord people.

Several craftsmen are carving stone statues, one of which is almost finished; it depicts me holding the Gale Sword.

They have always worshipped Ornn, Anivia, Avarosa, and Sejuani, and now they have added Lissandra and my statues.

Besides these craftsmen, many Freljord warriors, such as Ashe, Tryndamere, Sejuani, and Jeram, are also here.

Their faces were somber. Tryndamere was still covered in wounds and being helped along, as if the war had just ended.

Ashe began by saying, "We pay our deepest respects to our friend, who will always be our benefactor!"

Tryndamere gently pushed away the servant's hand and limped over to her side:

"To us, Yasuo is both a great god and a friend worth remembering, and we hope that future generations will remember him."

Dick quickly added, "Yes, he won with his life, and no matter how many years pass, poets will still sing his story."

"Place him among the gods; I believe his significance surpasses that of Avarosa and Lady Sejuani."

Sejuani had remained silent until Ashe suggested, then agreed, "I agree. In the future, friends from other places will also make a special trip to pay their respects to him."

Jeram's eyes were filled with tears again. His injuries were even more severe than Tryndamere's, and he could only stand up with Mona's support.

"How I wish Yasuo could live! I would die in his place without hesitation!"

To be honest, I'm a little confused by what these people are saying.

It's understandable that I made some contributions to the Void Wars, but what have I done to deserve such commemoration?

And they even said I risked my life for victory—what makes them say that?

At most, I only went to the Howling Abyss once, and was killed by the Void Lord not long after. The ending was even a bit comical; I was beaten to death by him, punch by punch.

Did something happen that I don't know about?

It's really frustrating not being able to get things clearly in this situation!

I've been adrift for quite some time now, why haven't I been resurrected yet? Does this mean I'm not destined to be reborn this time?

Just as I was wondering what was going on, the scene before me changed again, and this time I found myself in Noxus.