Under the night sky, Ionia displayed the beauty of its First Lands. Blue streams flowed across the earth, while leaves swayed in the wind with a soft rustle.
In the darkness, clusters of glowing lights shimmered in the sky, while tender branches could also be seen swaying on the ground.
They were Spirit Blooming Flowers, a kind of flower that bloomed in Ionia. Due to Noxus's war against Ionia, these flowers had not bloomed for many years.
Now that the war had ended, the wounded land had begun to heal itself, and flowers of hope had blossomed once more.
Sitting beside the stream, Oran plucked a flower nearby and used it as a cup to scoop up some stream water.
Beneath the silver glimmer of the crescent moon, darkness gradually swallowed everything around him. Only the faintest starlight cast a layer of silver-gray over the misty night.
"Since you're here, come out."
Oran stared into the distance. There, a figure was drifting toward him. More precisely, it was not a human figure, but a ghostly one.
The figure was tall and slender, light on its feet, with its bare upper body exposing lean, powerful muscles.
Bandages wrapped around both arms, and the chill of the night seemed to have no effect on him.
Below his waist was a loose, tattered robe.
It fluttered in the wind. Most notably, an exquisite cord was tied around his waist, with a terrifying plaster mask hanging from it.
Most of his face was also hidden beneath a red mask. He did not look friendly, and he now held a blade in each hand—one of polished steel reflecting the moonlight, the other glowing with a vicious red hue.
"As expected, this environment is more your territory. Long time no see, Yone."
Beneath the cruel mask,