Legends of Runeterra

Mount Targon, without a doubt, is the pinnacle of the world in the consensus of all creatures in Runeterra.

The whole building is constructed entirely of solid rock and is bathed in the scorching sun all year round.

The peak is hidden in the clouds all year round and is rarely seen, but its foot is the peak of the continuous mountains in the northwest of Shurima.

Such a magical mountain is bound to have many legends among humans. The most famous of them is the Rakkor tribe living in this area, who will climb this mountain under certain specific circumstances.

Legend has it that if someone is able to overcome this arduous climb, he or she may be noticed by the gods in heaven, receive enlightenment, become a saint, and become a star spirit!

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The night sky is exceptionally clear tonight, with stars dotted all over the sky.

Brilliant starlight falls from the sky, perhaps influenced by the mysterious and majestic Mount Targon, forming a dreamy and magnificent aurora in the night sky, just like the skirt of a goddess in mythology.

Suddenly, a golden-red meteor streaked across the night sky.

"Hoo~!"

Feeling the guidance of the power specially left on the envelope, Li En slowed down and slowly fell from the sky.

This place is located at the foot of Mount Targon, but in terms of relative height it is already the peak of this continuous mountain range.

The cold but refreshing evening breeze blew past, which was unbearable for most people, but for Li En it just made him feel a little refreshed.

“Crack~!”

With his feet sinking into the snow, Li En walked towards a leeward valley.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

Covered with snow, it was a vast expanse of white with no sign of life.

However, when Li En crossed a snow-covered rock, the space in front of him fluctuated like water ripples, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

The cold and biting night wind disappeared at this moment, and the temperature rose back to a pleasant level.

Five dome tents, one large and four small, form a warm resting haven.

In front of the largest tent in the center, a dignified figure was standing quietly in front of the door curtain waiting.

Her skin was lavender with a hint of pink, a platinum horn grew out from the center of her forehead, and her long white hair was simply tied up with thin hemp ropes and fell to her calves.

Golden eyes stared at Li En, and a gentle smile bloomed on his face.

That is the ultimate gentleness that is enough to tolerate all mistakes. Even if one commits an unforgivable sin, the existence before one will tolerate it.

"I'm glad you came as promised. Welcome, Li En."

As the lavender, crystal-clear lips opened and closed, a reassuring, gentle voice sounded in Li En's ears.

"It would be my pleasure, Lady Soraka."

"Haha~! Please come in and sit down."

Watching Soraka personally lift the curtain of the tent for him, Li En lifted the curtain on the other side without any hesitation.

"Ma'am, please."

"Ok."

The ground was covered with a soft carpet woven from some kind of plant, and on the shelves around were some bottles and jars, as well as various medicinal herbs.

On the three tables were obvious tools for making medicine, and in the center of the tent was a fire with a stone kettle on top, with a light mist emanating from the spout.

The tent was warm, but it didn't seem stuffy because of the faint smell of mountain herbs.

"Please sit down, Li En. The tent is simple, so please bear with me."

"Ma'am, you are too kind. How can such a cozy tent be called shabby?"

Li En sat on a mat by the fire. Soraka picked up the table beside her, opened the bracket underneath and placed it in front of the two of them.

He shook it slightly to make sure it was stable, then his gentle golden eyes looked at Li En.

"What would you like to drink? I have everything prepared."

"Tea leaves are fine, ma'am."

"Ok."

Soraka stood up and started to make tea, and to avoid embarrassment, Li En turned his eyes slightly to observe the utensils around him.

If you don't see it with your own eyes, it's hard to imagine that this is the residence of a "true God".

Whether it's the table in front of you or the wooden rack not far away, you can tell at a glance that the maker's skills are only barely acceptable, and there is no grasp of the details at all.

It's as if...a person who has never seen these things before copied them just by looking at them a few times.

"Wait! That's not right! Could it be..."

Li En was stunned for a moment, and some speculation emerged in his mind.

"Click~!"

The stone cup was gently placed on the small wooden table. Li En subconsciously turned his head and just saw a flash of white bandage in Soraka's sleeve.

"Measured by the skills of ordinary people, woodworking and other skills are not my strong points, so this is the best I can do."

Soraka's gentle words completely confirmed Li En's guess.

"Well... Actually, being able to achieve this level is pretty good. At least... better than me."

"Haha~! Thank you for your compliment, Li En. Please have some tea and see if it suits your taste."

"Ok."

Li En picked up the cup and took a sip under Soraka's gaze.

"Mm, it tastes good. The addition of the Pharos orchid gives this ordinary tea a more elegant fragrance."

"As long as you like it."

Under Soraka's gentle smile, when Li En thought of the 'true God' who came from heaven and had to hammer and pound to make his own daily necessities, the irrepressible wariness in his heart, which was caused by knowing the other party's true identity, inexplicably weakened a little.

Of course, it's just a trace.

After all, even if the tiger does not show any aggressive behavior, humans staying next to it will instinctively want to stay away from it.

Not to mention that the real gap between Li En and Soraka far exceeds the gap between the previous two.

“Ms. Soraka, thank you very much for saving me last time.

If it weren't for you, I would have been corrupted by the 'original devil'."

"You're welcome, Li En. I just helped bring you out. The one who really paid a huge price was Mr. Jilan who was lost in time."

"The price? Lady Soraka, can you tell me about it? I..."

"'Time' is like a river that never stops flowing, and living beings are like stones that are constantly pushed forward by the river. The stronger a being is, the bigger the stone that represents him is.

There are only two ways to go against the current.

Or change from "stone" to "river water", but the difficulty is beyond the imagination of mortals. Even though there are countless talented people in Runeland, among all these talented people, only Jilan can do it.

Therefore, he was cursed by 'time'."

Hearing this, Li En nodded. He wanted to use "time magic" to save his hometown, but in the end, he could only watch the entire Rune Land go to annihilation over and over again in countless possibilities.

For Kiran, this is undoubtedly the most terrible and painful curse.