Difficult to Handle

How much more than favors had Karya owed to gather enough stragglers?

If all he had to do to bring in the Black Mist Legion and the Darkin of the Sun God Cult was provide them with information, then persuading Kiyran had cost Karya far more than just saving face. If he hadn't promised Icathia a place in the New Order, Kiyran would never have left Icathia.

Still, he didn't need to worry too much about any of that for now. The ones Karya ought to be concerned about were the Darkin, who had been left without an opponent.

When Shyvana found Karya and brought him, along with the unconscious Jarvan IV, back to the battlefield, the Black Mist Legion and the Sun God Cult were already at each other's throats, on the verge of fighting.

Aatrox had always been arrogant, while Valyria resented her brother Varus for joining the Black Mist Legion. Add to that the two Crows, Shabeka and Shabeke, relentlessly stirring things up, and no sooner had the Aspects been defeated than the Black Mist Legion and the Sun God Cult looked ready to fight another battle.

That was when Karya's importance became clear.

As soon as Karya appeared, both Aatrox and Valyria fell instantly silent.

Shabeka and Shabeke, who had been making all the noise earlier, finally stopped trying to fan the flames. Unfortunately for them, Karya immediately grabbed them and gave them a beating—a live demonstration of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys.

"You lot!" Karya finally let Shabeka and Shabeke go, then looked at the Darkin and shook his head lightly. "The empire turned to dust long ago. I may not be in a position to tell you to welcome the future, but if you insist on fighting, I suggest you do it