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

Even Fryego needs to be cautious when facing the Darkin.

The fleeting glimpse he had just caught had already revealed the other person's identity to Foygo.

It's Varus, the Darkin!

..........

"420"

"You could say that every member of the Darkin."

"They were once great warriors, but now they are all mad butchers."

Folgo briefly introduced the Darkin's identity and some basic information to his young apprentice.

"Their predecessors were the Shurima Ascended."

"He was corrupted in the battle against the void, to the point that he turned into a madman."

"Thousands of years ago, there was a war on Runeterra that nearly destroyed the entire continent."

Its name is—the Darkin Wars.

"The main characters are these once glorious ascendants."

As Fryegor's voice faded, Syndra's expression changed drastically.

Syndra was quite surprised by these ancient secrets; she never imagined that Runeterra possessed such a terrifying side.

In fact, this is quite normal.

Syndra has not had many years to gain such great power.

Throughout this process, she remained in a sealed state.

Before being sealed away, Syndra's so-called mentor was the man who sealed her away.

It was just an ordinary sacrificial ceremony.

They had no ability to guide Syndra, nor to tell her these ancient secrets.

Before this dark and evil power descended upon Syndra, Syndra was just a mortal.

Therefore, her perspective on issues is limited to that of ordinary people.

This is like an ant suddenly gaining the power of a cat.

Her surroundings made her completely unaware that there were animals like "lions" in this world, and that a lion could easily take the life of her, an ant with the strength of a kitten.

Now, what Foygo tells Syndra is undoubtedly what truly brings the girl back into her original world.

Now, Fóyègo will lead the girl to confront all of this.

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

Syndra, wait for me here.

I'm going to meet this "old friend" downstairs.

A glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes.

Yes, an "old friend," because he knows the other person, but the other person may not know him.

"Yes, Master..."

Syndra nodded slightly. With her source of power severed, going back would only be a burden to her.

At this moment, Syndra hesitated for a moment, but in the end, she slowly spoke.

"Master...be careful."

"I'll be waiting for you to come back here..."

Syndra lowered her head to her chest and spoke softly.

Seeing this, Fóyego smiled slightly.

He slowly reached out and gently stroked Syndra's head twice before turning into a wisp of black mist and disappearing from the spot.

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

There is no doubt that Fóyego cannot stand idly by and allow Verus's resurgence to interfere with his plans.

Therefore, Varus is a problem he has to deal with.

The best approach would actually be for him to reach some kind of "agreement" with Varus in exchange for Varus not interfering with his plans.

Even after leaving Varus behind, Feuergo could still use Varus's power to achieve some of his own goals.

However, such an ideal result is obviously unattainable.

The reason is simple—the Darkin are all lunatics.

You can't communicate with madmen; just look at that guy who shouts every day that he wants to "be an enemy of the world."

Therefore, there is only one path left for Fóyego!

A piece that cannot be used is not a good piece!

That is—a discarded pawn!

The only outcome of sacrificing a piece is that it is completely removed from the chessboard.

It's noon, Varus!

If anyone's to blame, it's just that everything was such a coincidence.

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

A series of eerie black mists slowly enveloped the temple, which was shrouded in the dense forest.

As the black fog appeared, large swathes of land and vegetation turned into a dilapidated, grayish-white state at the speed of light.

Inside the temple, Varus, who had just been revived, was still adapting to his new body.

He kept making strange movements, which looked terrifying in the gloomy environment.

"Kaka!"

Varus twisted his neck a couple of times before suddenly looking around.

Varus quickly narrowed his eyes.

Black mist slowly spread out, completely sealing off the temple without his noticing.

An eerie, dark purple light emanated from Verus's body, enveloping the entire temple and standing in opposition to the black mist.

At the edge of the temple, where the black mist and the evil light met, the sound of hot oil flowing like water could be heard from time to time.

This is a probing attack launched by two powerful demigod evil forces: the power of the Darkin and the power of ruin!

"sin!!!!"

"What a powerful evil this is!!!"

"Come! Let me cut you down with my arrows!!!"

Varus roared, his face contorted with madness.

Strangely, his eyes held a suffocatingly cold indifference.

Two completely opposite qualities were on full display in this Darkborn at this moment.

Varus drew his bow, and a dark purple, malevolent light began to condense on the longbow held in his right arm...

Almost instantly, a dark purple arrow imbued with terrifying evil power appeared on Varus's longbow.

"Drink!!!"

Verus roared again, drew his longbow to its full length, and then released the bowstring with a heavy thud.

"Whoosh!!!"

The next moment, a stream of dark purple light, carrying an evil power that could tear everything apart, pierced through the black mist.

The direction that black-purple arrow was heading was precisely towards Foygo, who was now hidden in the fog.

Foygo also looked surprised. How did Verus find his location?

But at this moment, with the arrow carrying terrifying evil power right before his eyes, Foygo had no time to think about anything else.

The Blade of the Ruined King was instantly drawn and came into Folyago's hand.

"bass!"

A slash imbued with the power of death and the curse of the demonic sword was unleashed by Foygo, colliding with the arrow shot by Verus.

Foygo could sense that, in addition to the terrifying Darkin power contained within the arrows shot by Varus, their tips also possessed unimaginable sharpness.

This means that in addition to possessing the darkin power of a demigod, Varus also has unimaginable archery skills.

Unfortunately, in terms of skill alone, while Varus's technique was already quite exquisite and profound, it was ultimately inferior to Foygo's demigod-level swordsmanship.

Finally, the strike shattered the arrow and hurtled towards Varus with a fierce momentum.

But when the slash entered the temple's range, something strange happened.

Within the area enveloped by the dark purple evil light surrounding Varus, the sword strike unleashed by Folyago seemed to be further corroded by something else.