Choice

Under the Twilight Great God's relentless influence, Jarvan IV finally lost his will and became the embodiment of Twilight.

To slowly turn Jarvan IV into his Aspect in a way the Demacians could accept, the Twilight Great God had spared no effort. From a Great God's perspective, he had deigned to follow the rules of human society, luring Jarvan IV along step by step until his thoughts gradually aligned with Twilight's will, and he became the Twilight Great God's host.

Now, he had succeeded—in the Shadow Realm!

The Twilight Great God—now possessing a body that could walk freely across Runeterra, or, to use another name, the Twilight Spirit—wore a smile that Jarvan IV had never once shown before, a blend of contempt and delight. He watched LeBlanc and Vladimir fleeing in the distance and casually waved an arm.

In the next instant, even the Shadow Realm, whose spatial laws differed from those of Runeterra, seemed like kneaded dough, reshaped by Jarvan IV into whatever form he desired.

A portal appeared before Jarvan IV. He stepped through leisurely and steadily, then appeared out of nowhere right in front of LeBlanc and Vladimir.

LeBlanc and Vladimir were stunned.

After all, when these two fled, they could always be counted on to "every man for himself." They never covered for each other, and from the start, they had chosen opposite directions.

Yet now, though they had clearly been running straight ahead, they had nearly collided face-to-face.

Even more absurdly, "Jarvan IV" had appeared right between them, waiting at his leisure for them to walk into his trap.

"Those demigods were defective to begin with." Jarvan IV first glanced at Vladimir, then frowned in disgust as if he had spotted something filthy. "And you're clumsily imitating that garbage, turning yourself into a pathetic defective