I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

He was instructed to keep it safe and not to open the seal unless he encountered someone capable of resolving the matter.

After saying that, Kornigan died.

Thirty years have passed, and everything from that time has faded into the past. Most people have forgotten the girl named Syndra.

Today, under the axes of Noxian soldiers, Elder Hadroth broke the seal on the temple.

It unleashed a Syndra who had endured thirty years of torment in darkness and was corrupted by negative energy.

Or rather, the girl at this moment is no longer the innocent and ignorant girl she once was, but rather—the Dark Sovereign.

..........

Foygo gazed at the girl below, his eyes flashing with thoughts.

Upon learning the girl's identity, a myriad of emotions flashed through Folyago's mind as he pondered the impact of Syndra's appearance.

"well........"

In the end, all the words I wanted to say were reduced to a soft sigh.

A rare hint of pity flashed in Foygo's eyes.

How could being sealed away be a pleasant experience?

It was this cruel seal that destroyed everything a girl originally had, turning her into what she is now.

All that Froego has struggled for is to avoid being treated as the BOSS, defeated, and sealed away in the dark depths of the earth.

On the ground, the girl, who resembled a demon god, was still recklessly unleashing her power, like a mindless beast.

The frenzied power made the air wail and the earth tear apart.

The killing of just one Noxian soldier caused cracks to appear in the ground within a radius of hundreds of meters.

Clearly, Syndra still cannot control this power within herself.

Pale white hair, pitch-black energy, a figure resembling a demon god...

Looking at her from this angle, the girl seemed to be completely reminiscent of Fóyego.

Perhaps this is fate...

With this in mind, Foygo secretly made up his mind.

To be honest, Foygo's forces are indeed lacking a powerful demigod-level fighter to hold down the fort.

Syndra perfectly filled that void.

At that moment, Fóyego prepared to take action.

..............

The dark energy pouring from Syndra's arms was suddenly blocked by a pale barrier.

This allowed the dozen or so Noxian soldiers who followed to escape death.

"Quick, run!!!"

The Noxian soldiers, already terrified, didn't care who had saved them and immediately ran away without a second thought.

Seeing her attack blocked, Syndra immediately became enraged, like a mad beast.

"Ahhhhh!!!!"

"court death!!!!"

Syndra roared to the sky, unleashing a torrent of dark energy that launched an indiscriminate attack in all directions.

In one of the directions, Syndra's dark energy was easily neutralized.

The girl turned her head and looked over; her dark eyes were filled with a destructive desire.

There, a voice, equally dark, could be heard.

He had long, pale hair, a handsome face, and a calm and composed demeanor; even his eyes held a hint of pity.

"Die! Human!!!"

Syndra roared again, her voice carrying a devilish emphasis and malevolence.

"boom!!!!"

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, the torrent of energy emanating from Syndra poured directly towards Fryegor.

Syndra right now, in terms of combat power alone, can be considered a true demigod.

However, similar to Feuergo before him, he lacks the corresponding person.

A torrent carrying an aura of destruction rushed toward Foygo, but Foygo made no attempt to evade it.

A cold, eerie black mist emanated from Foygo's body, colliding with Syndra's dark torrent.

Unlike the dark torrent that carries immense power, the spread of the black mist carries a strange and profound oppressive force.

Finally, the two completely different black forces collided.

In an instant, as if boiling water had been poured into a hot pot, two equally evil and dark forces began to erode each other.

...........

The black mist of Folyago represents the power of curse, decay, devouring, assimilation...

Within the darkness emanating from the other, Feuergo sensed a completely different meaning.

Foljego called himself "the Lord of Darkness and Death," but this title was actually inappropriate.

Because Folgo himself only possesses the divinity of death, while the power of Soul Eater Night can only be barely considered to be related to darkness.

Strictly speaking, the power of Soul Eater Night (Black Mist) should also be attributed to death.

Fouguere is a true Grim Reaper.

Now, what lies before Fóyégo is the deepest and purest darkness.

Chapter 218. It's not for those long legs.

Through the black mist, above this profound darkness, Feuergo sensed only the purest destruction and the wicked thoughts that lead to depravity.

Even an ordinary person who can withstand the energy outpouring of this dark torrent would likely be lured into the abyss of darkness by this pitch-black energy.

You could say that the girl's darkness represents destruction and evil.

This is a power completely different from that of Folyago.

In other words, the girl in front of them is the real "God of Darkness".

The pitch-black torrent continued to merge and collide with the deep black mist, and two completely opposite dark forces continued to pour out from the two of them.

If Syndra's dark torrent is like the surging Yangtze River, its turbulent waves possess an overwhelming momentum.

Then the black mist blocking the dark torrent is the unmoving Mount Tai.

No matter how fiercely this dark torrent surges, it cannot possibly destroy the mountain before us.

This is the most basic and unadorned collision of energy. This violent collision is completely devoid of any skill; it is simply a contest of sheer power.

Gradually, the endless torrent of darkness surged into the black mist, and was thus eroded, assimilated, and finally completely dissolved.

The girl began to exhaust herself, and the surging torrent of darkness gradually weakened until it disappeared completely.

On his opposite side, the dark and deep Soul-Devouring Night still languidly permeated the area in front of Foygo, just as before.

Finally, as Foygo slowly raised his hand, the black mist, as if "having eaten its fill and ready for a nap," returned to Foygo's body.

This clash of darkness and death ended in a complete victory for Foygo.

After sensing Syndra's energy properties, Folgo became even more determined to bring Syndra under his command.

Whether in terms of energy attributes or identity and personality, Syndra perfectly fits the style of the Cult of the Dawn.

It would be a real shame not to hire someone with talent like 410.

Whether for personal or professional reasons, Foygo is determined to get Syndra.

Of course, it's not for long legs or anything like that...

..........

"Huff, huff, huff..."

On the ground, the girl was breathing heavily, clearly exhausted from unleashing all her energy.

Consequently, the deep darkness in Syndra's eyes also faded slightly.

On the other side, Foygo's expression remained calm and composed.

It was as if the previous exchange of blows had no effect on him at all.

However, this was indeed the case; even with the dark power that the girl had accumulated over thirty years, it was difficult for her to contend with Foygo at this moment.

Death, ruin, sword energy...

These three forces constitute the incredibly powerful demigod Feuergo at this moment.

Three days have passed, and Fóyégo is no longer the same Fóyégo he once was.