Start in Terra, immortal

After all the mist was dispersed again, the Mist God awoke from the chaos.

"Mar, do you see? My memories, my past, who am I?" The Mist Goddess was confused. In those sealed memories, she saw darkness and despair.

She is the source of that darkness and despair, and there are eleven others like her.

Mar reached out and gently placed his hand on the blue head of the Mist God.

"You are you, the guardian of the divine realm, the god of memory and mist who belongs to the divine realm and this planet."

Mar looked at him with doting eyes, as if he were not a newborn god, but a well-behaved yet bewildered little girl.

White Sea, Clear Smoke, Tilia Stage.

Zhao Xin, along with one person after another he had rescued, gradually gathered here.

"Our great benefactor has arrived!" Someone noticed Zhao Xin following behind the refugees and shouted loudly.

"hero!"

"Big brother!"

"Well done, young man!"

One cheer after another rose up, some expressing gratitude, others praising.

Zhao Xin could sense the fear and worry in these people's hearts, but their gratitude and praise were still heartfelt.

Among them, there were those who kept encouraging the numb and disheartened, even though they too were filled with worries.

As more and more people gathered, the crying and shouting that had started when there were few people gradually subsided and eventually disappeared, replaced by a long silence.

This silence, like a virus, infected those who joined later, leaving only the sound of footsteps rubbing against the ground on the entire stage.

Zhao Xin knew all too well that this silence was the greatest secondary harm to those who had suffered trauma. Just as he was about to stand up and say something, someone else beat him to it and walked to the center of the stage.

"Residents of the White Sea, please look at each other's hands and the shoulders of those around you."

Disasters cannot take away the light in our hearts—the hands reached out in times of trouble, the embraces in the darkness, prove that we are each other's strongest wall.

The pain is real, but so is the hope. We cannot, and will never, let a disaster take away our will to live.

We shed tears together, and we will be reborn together.

A melody began to play after the speech. Then, the speaker started singing.

As the music spread, more and more survivors joined in the singing—one, ten, a hundred…

The singing was melodious and captivating, carrying a powerful and moving force that inspired everyone in the audience, whether they were singing or not.

In this song, Zhao Xin seemed to return to Demacia, back to the military camp, back to every night after the battle with Noxus when morale needed to be boosted.

People have always been like this, moving forward with expectations and determination towards a bright future.

The singing continued, not only in Baihai, but more and more people came from all over the divine realm to Baihai and Qingyan, joining the singing on the Tilia stage.

Until—the return of the fog.

"Mar, did you hear that?" The awakened Mist God suddenly spoke from his reverie.

"I heard it." The song, carried by the mist of the Mist God, spread throughout the entire divine realm after it had once again enveloped the realm. Rosso and the others naturally heard it clearly as well.

"From their songs, I heard the will to live."

As I was lost in memories, the surrounding songs reminded me of the precious memories I had preserved during my time in the divine realm. These memories inspired me.

This song also ignited my will to live, and so I solidified that will into her.

The Mist Goddess used the mist to condense a little girl who was almost identical to her, but smaller.

"From now on, I'm entrusting her to you. She's a new life born from my memories, an independent life carrying my hope for life. Her name is Shumo."

"And then there's Lord Rosso."

The Mist God turned his gaze to Rosso.

"From you, I sensed a power that terrifies me, a darkness that resides within my memory. I wonder why you have come to the realm of the gods, and to me?"

Rosso smiled faintly: "It seems you haven't recovered all your past memories. I came here out of curiosity, to see if anyone could truly escape from that person. But now it seems that has been confirmed. I have some other matters to attend to, so I won't disturb you any longer."

Sensing Zhao Xin's location, Rosso disappeared from their sight.

"Mist God, do you know who he is?" Mar was completely confused and could only ask the Mist God.

"He was my predecessor, my kind from when I was in Terra, back when I was called Napole." The Mist God paused his recollections, his expression grave. "That kind of power can only bring disaster!"

After finding Zhao Xin, Rosso led him directly to another land corresponding to the God Realm, a place known as the Celestial Realm.

At this moment, in the celestial realm.

Having been defeated in the War of the Demon Realm Dragons, Bakal came to this continent from the Demon Realm through Luke's Silent City. Although he fled here, Bakal's strength allowed him to easily rule the land.

Furthermore, he learned from Luke's prophecy that this planet called Arad was Hilder's ultimate goal. Therefore, severing the central hub between the three worlds would hinder Hilder's plans to some extent.

Therefore, Bakal sealed the connection between the Celestial Realm and Arad and the Demon Realm. He also issued a magic ban in the Celestial Realm to facilitate his ability to sense powerful magical creatures like Hilder.

Of course, besides sensing magic, Bakal also knew that Hilder was a powerful creature who was adept at using magic. Using magic to deal with Hilder, who was so knowledgeable about magic, would definitely not work. There was no other way.

Just as Bakal was pondering this, he sensed two incredibly powerful magical forces appearing in the celestial realm.

The other party also carries power that is of the same origin as them, or rather, as them.

"An Apostle-level being has arrived. Is it Hilder?" Bakal muttered to himself. "Impossible. I clearly sealed the passage between the Demon Realm and the Celestial Realm. Could it be that old man Luke helping Hilder?"

Probably not. He already knows Herder's plan, and he won't simply follow it.

Then who is coming?

Since he only sensed two powers belonging to the Apostles, Bakal decided to go and investigate. He was confident that he could hold his own against the two Apostles other than Kahn, and he was certain that it wasn't Kahn who had come.

Bakal reverted to his original form in mid-air, and with a series of tearing sounds, flew towards the location where he sensed the magic.

"This place is fundamentally different from the previous one. I can't seem to sense anyone with magic here."

Zhao Xin suddenly appeared in the Heavenly Realm from the God Realm, and suddenly arrived in this place with almost no magic power from the fog full of magic and divine power. The difference was obvious, which is why Zhao Xin asked.

"The reason we can't feel the magic here is because someone has used some tricks."

Rosso pointed to the distant sky and said to Zhao Xin, "Look, the people who came up with these tricks have arrived."