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

On the southern coast of Zhiyun Province, a man and a woman stood on the shore, gazing quietly into the distance.

Strangely, although it was drizzling, any raindrops that got close to the two of them would automatically drift away.

This created a bizarre scene.

The girl playfully reached out to touch the falling raindrops, but the raindrops slipped away from her fingers like mischievous goldfish.

The girl's fingers remained completely dry.

The girl turned her eyes and looked at the man beside her with an envious expression.

The man's composure was exactly what she admired.

It would be easy for her to blow up the mountain beneath her feet, but if she were asked to drive away the surrounding rain, she probably couldn't do it.

Her master was right; she still has so much to learn...

"Master, how did you do that?!"

Syndra asked softly, her eyes filled with envy and curiosity.

To this, Fóyego smiled and shook his head.

It's actually not that difficult to do this.

It's just some trivial technique.

But for Syndra, this was indeed an exceptionally difficult task.

Unlike others, she possessed an immense power that she herself could not control.

Unable to effectively utilize these powers, she could only vent them recklessly and without any method.

Even if Foygo tells Syndra the method, in her hands it will probably turn into a torrent of tilting energy blasting through the clouds...

Thinking of this, a hint of emotion appeared in Foygo's eyes.

"look."

Foygo pointed a finger at the rain beside him.

The rainwater then gathered in his hand and formed a beautiful flower.

With another tap, the flower in Foljego's hand gradually condensed and transformed into an ice sculpture.

"Give."

Fóyego offered the ice-carved rose to the girl.

"Thank you, Master..."

A hint of amazement and shy joy appeared in the girl's eyes.

Syndra, you need to know.

"Power is like a wild beast; if you are powerless to control it..."

"Its ambition will ultimately lead you to destruction."

"But once you can control it, its terrifying power can become an aid in achieving your goals."

"Foyago said softly, looking up at the overcast sky."

"And the only way to restrain power is through one's own beliefs and will."

"Power is merely a means to an end, not the goal itself."

As he spoke, Foygo raised his hand and pointed a finger at the sky.

The next moment, the rain seemed to freeze in the air, and the dark clouds in the sky vanished instantly, revealing a dazzling starry sky behind them.

Then, a look of amazement and longing appeared in the girl's eyes.

"Can I...?"

Syndra looked at Fryego with expectant eyes, hoping to get a positive answer from him.

"of course."

Fóyego smiled and nodded.

Upon hearing this, Syndra felt a sense of relief.

Suddenly, Foygo seemed to realize something, and abruptly turned his head to look into the distance, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Come on, tonight your master will introduce you to him properly."

"The world as it truly is."

Syndra was a little confused by Foygo's words, but the girl simply nodded and then grasped the hem of Foygo's clothes.

Fóyego simply smiled and remained silent.

At that moment, the two of them transformed into black streaks of light and fled into the distance.

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

When Varma stood before the ancient temple called Pallas, all that sustained him was his will.

While traversing the jungle, Warmau encountered at least three groups of enemies.

Using his familiarity with the terrain, Warmau managed to escape death several times by shaking off his enemies.

Only then did they arrive at the entrance of the temple.

However, all of this came at a price; he now had several more wounds on his body that were bleeding profusely.

The massive blood loss left Warmau somewhat disoriented.

Walmer knew that his time was running out.

Furthermore, he had only temporarily shaken off his enemies and was far from being free from worries.

Warmau quickly put down Kai, whom he had been carrying, and reached out to check on Kai's condition.

As his hand touched Kai's neck, Valermaur's body suddenly stiffened.

Kay... has lost his pulse.

Warmau's eyes were filled with pain, but he quickly recovered, and only determination remained in his eyes.

Now that things have come to this, he has no way out.

Valmor picked up Kai's still-warm body and kicked open the decaying door of the Pallas Temple.

As the temple gates opened, a gust of wind filled with the smell of decay swept past Varmao's ears.

Valmor remained unmoved, simply carrying Kai's body into the temple.

Unbeknownst to Varma, the instant he entered the temple, an ancient evil thought quietly awakened within it...

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

Varmu's bold move was not without its price; not long after Varmu entered the temple...

The pursuers were already close behind.

The commander of this chapter clearly gave Valmor a lot of face, despite the fact that he had caused considerable trouble for the Noxian army.

A sergeant major of the Gold rank, leading two large battalions of Imperial soldiers, came to pursue them; this was already a rather impressive lineup.

The Noxian soldiers at the front line hesitated when they saw the eerie temple.

Holding a sharp axe and clad in heavy armor, the sergeant major gazed at the temple before him, a cruel glint in his eyes.

"Charge in and kill him!"

During the pursuit of Valmor, the sharpshooter took the lives of several Noxian soldiers.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing the sergeant's order, the soldiers no longer hesitated and filed into the temple through the main gate.

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

The temple was much larger than I had imagined.

It is filled with many palaces of all sizes and all kinds of long corridors.

It is said that this palace already existed during the reign of Empress Wu Zetian in Ionia (maybe).

"Wu Hou", a powerful female warrior from Ionia.

She liberated Ionia from the Darkin during the Darkin Wars thousands of years ago and established a new order.

As the dynasty established by Empress Wu Zetian came to an end, the temple gradually fell into disrepair.

What secrets does this temple hold to this day?

It has long been unknown to anyone.

With Kay on his back, Varmao moved constantly through the vast temple.

He remembered hearing it from the previous village elder.

In this world, there exists an evil entity that neither ages nor dies.

According to legend, the Temple of Pallas is the place where this evil was sealed.