121. Piltover Ablaze (5)

Starlight was beautiful, and romantic too. In the thousands of years since humanity first gave birth to civilization in Runeterra, it had always deeply stirred the hearts of those who lived upon this land.

This was especially true for the people of Mount Targon—in other places, the Aspects might be nothing more than legends, but here, they were gods who truly existed.

They simply did not know that these gods were now suffering an unprecedented massacre.

Black tentacles shot out and wrapped around a man's right ankle. He stared at the sight in utter terror, his once-noble features and perfect form marred by that expression.

He screamed, almost with tears and snot streaming down his face. The sound was enough to break the heart of anyone who heard it, and his appearance enough to make anyone who saw it weep—but the tentacle did not waver in the slightest.

It merely dragged the man slowly back into the shadows, even deliberately slowing down so he could continue struggling.

A moment later, the sound of chewing came from within the shadows.

"Delicious."

He Shenyan offered an assessment, though his expression clearly showed he was not particularly satisfied. He shook his head, walked out of the shadows with his hands clasped behind his back, looked at the Aspects who were all braced as if facing a mortal enemy, and gave them a polite smile.

"Leave this place!" one woman glared at him furiously. "You are not a god who belongs to this world!"

"I was never a god to begin with."

The Mage bared his teeth in a smile at her, and the woman immediately let out a scream. Golden flames began burning across her body without warning, and in the span of a mere half second, she had turned into a glass