Chapter 779

His hair was completely white, and he could not even fully straighten his back.

Staring at the figure in the mirror, Swain shook his head expressionlessly. He feared even the man he had been two years ago would not recognize him as he was today—the power of time was cruel indeed. It stood somewhere unseen and intangible, yet it ruled every person's life with perfect fairness.

Time would always pass. No one could escape it. Even if you were undying, it would leave some kind of mark on you. And that was to say nothing of Swain, who was merely mortal.

Every affair of Noxus rested entirely on his shoulders, and the consequences for a mortal body and mind were destructive. He had once tempered his will like steel, and that was why he had lasted until today.

Swain did not know how much longer he could hold on. He only hoped he could endure for as long as possible.

At the very least, he had to last until Noxus completed all its operational matters against Piltover. Only then could he close his eyes in peace.

When he walked out of his room, two guards respectfully lowered their heads, which were fitted with new-style military caps. In just two years, the domestic environment of Noxus had undergone an enormous change. A glimpse of that change could be seen in the soldiers' uniforms.

Generally speaking, a country like Noxus, which two years ago had still relied on cold weapons, cavalry charges, and infantry combat as its main means of attack, should not have been able to abandon armor.

In the age of cold weapons, the side with sturdier armor always held an enormous advantage. However, before firearms capable of repeated fire, all of that became a different matter entirely.

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