First, take down the Sword Demon, then save Runeterra.

The cracks on his body were multiplying, but Foygo seemed oblivious, instead asking anxiously, "Why are you apologizing? Did I do something wrong, or did someone bully you?"

As he spoke, he glared at Ato and the others with a cold look.

“No, no…” Isuld was about to explain when Foygo pulled him into his arms again.

"You don't need to apologize. Everything I did was voluntary. No one forced me. I'm so happy to see you again in my final moments. There's no one in the world happier than me."

Isuld cried out, "Me too!!!"

"I long to dance with you in the Golden Hall, to swim freely on the River Eden, and to return to the tailor shop where I used to work at the end of each year..."

"I want to create more beautiful memories with you, grow old together, and spend the rest of our lives in peace..."

"Our only regret is that we couldn't leave behind a child..."

After saying this, Isold seemed to lose all her strength and collapsed into her husband's arms.

Foygo's lips trembled, and he raised his still-intact right hand to gently stroke his wife's long hair.

Just thinking about those described lives brings a wave of happiness.

If only that were true...

Foygo cupped his wife's face in his hands and said softly, "Time is running out, Isuld. Can you grant me my last wish?"

“Hmm…” Isold nodded, sobbing.

"Because of my manipulation of runes, I am already heading towards death, but I have also accumulated a lot of energy over the years."

Foygo patted his chest, took out another blue orb of light, and gently placed it into Isuld's soul.

"These are the fragments of a soul I have collected. With them, you will become whole again."

"And the energy I've accumulated over the past thousand years can extend your time in this world. As long as there's time, you'll still have a chance to be resurrected!"

Isuld shook his head repeatedly: "You understand my current state..."

"Don't say that, I don't want to hear it!" Foygo trembled as he held his wife. "This is my last wish, don't let me leave with regrets..."

Isurd wanted to say something more, but he could only swallow it back.

Foygo looked at Atto and the others with unwavering eyes, not as the King of Ruin, but as a man with nowhere else to turn, a husband.

He loosened his embrace; cracks had already spread across his face, and it was clear he wouldn't be able to hold on much longer.

Faced with the crowd that had driven him to the brink of despair, Foygo actually bent his noble knees!

"Whatever hatred you have, come at me! It has nothing to do with Isuld!"

"I will give all my power to Isulder and do my best to prolong her existence."

"I know this request is unreasonable, but if you have loved ones, you should understand how I feel!"

"But I still want to say, even if there is only a one in a billion chance, I urge everyone to continue searching for a way to revive her!"

Without waiting for Ator's reply, he walked up to Isulde and continued to stare at her, as if he hadn't been the one making the request.

After all this, even the most obtuse person could see what kind of person Froego really was.

He lived in his own world, acted unilaterally, never thought he was wrong, and never gave anyone the right to refuse, not even Isuld.

He stubbornly believed that his wife could be resurrected and that she still craved life, which led to her suffering a painful death in the final moments of her life, as her internal organs were corroded by a deadly poison.

Yorick clenched his fist, his knuckles turning blue from gripping the shovel too tightly.

The battle has been going on for so long, and there is still no sign of the Maiden of the Mist. She has likely already been poisoned and turned into nourishment for Feuergoh's soul.

How many people have lost their lives for their own selfish desires, for a dream destined to be impossible? And now you're asking us to continue resurrecting his wife?

Even someone born into the elite wouldn't say something like that, right?!

Yorick longed to grab the King of Ruin by the collar and demand an explanation, but considering the bigger picture, he had to suppress his pain.

Foygo cupped his wife's cheeks, and the two gazed at each other for a long time, as if they had endless words of love to say, but time did not allow him to do so.

"This is all I can do for you. Believe me, you will definitely live well."

Isuld said sadly, "I have no regrets about loving you in this life, and I hope we can be husband and wife again in the next life."

“Me too.” Foygo smiled happily, slowly closing his eyes. His body was like a piece of porcelain about to crack, covered with cracks.

The world runes buzzed and flashed rapidly, the host's body was on the verge of collapse, and it seemed that it would be unable to suppress its power.

Ato's pupils trembled violently. The explosion of the World Rune Imprint was not to be underestimated; at the very least, the entire Shadow Isles would be reduced to ruins!

Hey, hey, aren't we going to overdo it? At this distance, Isulder is definitely not going to survive!

"Just some runes, give them to me and stay put! Aaaaah!" Foygo gritted his teeth, his expression turning ferocious. "I won't let anyone hurt her!"

Under the desperate suppression, the light of the imprinted runes gradually dimmed, and he forcibly dispelled the rune energy!

The King of Ruin had his head down, his arms hanging limply at his sides. He looked terrifying, as if he would explode at any moment.

Isuld had already broken down in tears.

“Take it, my soul power.” Foygo knelt on the ground, too weak to even look up at his wife.

"Isurd, you will... come back to life... I will always love you..."

In a flash, the body of the Ruined King disintegrated into countless points of light.

"Foyego!!! No—"

Ysuld was supposed to dissipate in another two or three minutes, but as the power of the ruined king's accumulated essence over a thousand years surged in, her condition actually stabilized!

Like other undead on the Shadow Isles, they become independent, individual souls that will never perish unless something unexpected happens!

Where Foygo disappeared, the King's Sword Mu Qing stood silently in the ground, like a tombstone.

This man wronged the whole world, but in the end, he fulfilled his promise to his wife.

Isulde's eyes were filled with melancholy. She came to Mu Qing's side and gently placed her hands on the handguard.

The absolute destructive power became incredibly docile in the Empress's hands. Although no sound came out, she could clearly feel a joyful emotion emanating from within Mu Qing.

Today, the Shadow Isles have lost their king.

The wandering souls in this desolate land simultaneously let out cries.

They were finally freed from eternal domination.