Legend of Valoran

At the end of the coast east of Ionian Presidian, Soraka stands alone by the sea, quietly gazing at the black fog that approaches the coastline boundary.

The purple eyes shimmering like stars shimmered, and there was no expression on her face, as if nothing could make waves in her heart.

"Master Soraka, why did you get to the coast alone? This place will soon be swallowed by the black mist, let's go back!"

The maid’s voice was getting closer and closer, and Soraka’s thin lips under the veil slightly opened: "Master Yi left for Nanshan?"

Hearing Soraka's rhetorical question, the maid was obviously taken aback. After a while, she replied: "Yes, Master Yi has already left, Lord Soraka, are we?"

Speaking of the latter, the maid asked Soraka tentatively. She hoped Soraka could leave with her. Soraka had missed too many opportunities to become a **** because of these mortal trivia.

Ionia, the first person from ancient times to the present, the youngest demi-god pinnacle mage, should have become a **** of glory 19 years ago.

Thinking of this, the maid felt both honor and regret for Soraka.

Soraka naturally knows what the maid thinks, but she still answered the wrong questions, and said to herself: "I don't know why, I always have some strange dreams recently, in dreams..."

While speaking, Soraka fell into illusory memories.

In the dream, she vaguely saw that she cast a magic circle she had never heard of against a certain island. The energy of the magic circle was very similar to her starlight magic power, and it seemed to be far better than her current magic power.

There were several vague figures in the circle, one of them seemed to be a woman, but it was a pity that Soraka couldn't see the face of that woman in her dream.

The woman had been saying something incomprehensible, and her voice revealed despair, hope, trust and disbelief.

It seems to be... Soraka shook her head, and the thought of her head was like it was about to explode, and it was painful.

Enduring the pain, Soraka forcibly recalled the memory in his dream.

"You are wrong, how could Lord Soraka kill us? We are Lord Soraka's closest friends and subordinates, are you right, Lord Soraka?"

The woman seemed to be trying to argue with several other people, saying something to defend her.

For some reason, seeing this situation, Soraka in her dream has an urge to cry. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything, a feeling of powerlessness and guilt surged in her heart.

"Master Soraka, why don't you speak?"

"Master Soraka, would you really kill us?"

"No...no...no no no no no, I don't believe it!"

"Master Soraka, you must be joking with us, right?"

The woman's increasingly crazy tone made Soraka almost collapse, and her tears kept streaming and she choked silently.

While speaking, the woman's voice trembled towards the edge of the circle, trying to get close to Soraka. The few people behind the woman tried their best to discourage the woman from getting close to the edge of the circle, reminding her of danger.

However, the woman claimed that this was just a joke made by Lord Soraka with them, and that the circle was actually not lethal.

The woman walked towards Soraka with a smile, while looking at Soraka with trust.

The moment the woman's body touched the boundary of the magic circle, something terrifying happened.

Just hearing the woman's "ah" scream, accompanied by the incredible and desperate eyes, made Soraka's heart tremble in the dream.

She witnessed with her own eyes that the trust in the woman's eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by feelings of disbelief and despair, and then slowly turned into betrayed spiteful eyes.

"I hate you, Soraka!"

Accompanied by the woman's stern and spiteful roar, the woman's entire body was instantly wiped out by the power of the stars.

Suddenly returning to reality from the sad and painful memories, Soraka slumped on the shore, panting heavily.

Even though she recalled everything that happened in the dream, she still felt strange and familiar with that dream.

You know, from birth to now, she has never used similar destruction spells except for cursing Warwick 19 years ago.

The magic circle in this dream is also something she has never seen before, but why does she have a sense of familiarity with this strange dream?

It's like sealing Baron Nash together with the Four Knights of the Void in Summoner's Canyon...

Seeing Soraka fall, the maid on the side hurried forward to help her up.

"Master Soraka, are you okay?"

The worried words of the maid brought Sorakala back to reality. She stabilized her figure, wiped the sweat on her forehead, and let out a long sigh: "I'm fine."

"Master Soraka, the sea is windy, shall we go back to Presidian?" The maid looked at the pale Soraka distressedly, not wanting to see Soraka who treated her like a sister again.

Without eager to answer, Soraka's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the black mist got closer and closer in her eyes. Her pupils suddenly shrank, and she asked nervously: "Are all the civilians on the east coast evacuated? If not, I will cast a spell to move them to a village far from the coast."

The maid thought about it and replied truthfully: "Master Soraka, yesterday, the last batch of civilians had left the east coast under arrangements."

Hearing the maid's answer, the stone hanging in Soraka's heart was about to fall, but it was picked up by the strange demon wind blowing from the sea.

Looking along Soraka's gradually enlarged eyes, the thick black fog that had originally shrouded the distant coastline gradually dissipated. The whispers of the undead were like singing ancient taboo spells, and the dense army of undead slowly appeared from the end of the sea.

Walking on the surface of the sea, the faintly blue army of undead marched toward the east coast of Ionia, and the wailing of the undead warhorses and the eyes of the undead soldiers shone with the flames of death, which made people shudder.

The maid looked at the mighty army of undead in horror, and tremblingly said: "It is the undead, Lord Soraka, will Ionia face the same ending as Demacia?"

"No, as long as I am here, Ionia will never become a purgatory for the undead and demons!"

Soraka's firm words were like a cornerstone, stabilizing the maid's fearful heart. She released a terrifying starlight magic power out of her body in an instant, and the purple light shining like the stars diffused, exuding a sacred and majestic atmosphere.

She said solemnly: "You leave here first."

When the maid heard this, she said anxiously: "Master Soraka, how can I leave you alone?"

"You will be distracted by staying here. Don't worry, I will follow you soon." Soraka took a deep breath. The approaching army of undead made her nervous.

"but……"

The maid wanted to continue to persuade Soraka, but before she could finish her words, she was transferred away by Soraka's starlight magic.

Staring dignifiedly at the undead army coming across the sea, Soraka's starlight magic power began to become irritable, and the healing power was transforming into a violent destructive power at a visible speed.

The star-like eyes were also eroded by the flames of killing. Soraka, who has always followed the path of harmony and healing, once again had to use the attacking spell she least wanted to use.

"I'm going to kill..."

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