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Dari is covered in scars, standing on the battlefield blanketed by ice and snow, feeling as though his body has been struck by a heavy hammer. He watches as the two assassins who were just in front of him moments ago, disappear into the surrounding snow using invisibility magic like ghosts. This sudden ambush not only caused serious damage to his body, but also felt like a cold knife piercing through his spirit.
He feels waves of tearing pain in his abdomen, as if countless sharp blades are moving within his internal organs. This pain makes every breath extremely difficult, as if each inhale is a struggle with death. In this cold and cruel battlefield, he can sense death slowly approaching him in an intangible form.
Darius propped himself up with his studies, but he could feel his legs gradually losing strength, as if frozen by merciless ice. Every time he tried to stand, it was accompanied by the tearing of muscles and the oppression of bones. Finally, he could no longer resist the intense pain and weakness of his body, and he knelt down, feeling the piercing cold of the icy snow in the palms of his hands.
At that moment, his thoughts became unusually clear. He recalled past battles, glory, and unrealized dreams. The faces of his comrades, the scenes of his hometown, and the unspoken words appeared before his eyes. These memories played in his mind like a movie, carrying a faint sorrow and strong nostalgia.
At this moment, Darius slowly fell back onto the cold snow, his back against the icy ground, feeling the final moments of his life. In this extremely silent moment, his thoughts turned clearly to those invisible assassins. He knew that these killers, once belonging to the assassin's court, even in death, transformed into Frosty Puppets by evil magic, would still carry out the commands deeply rooted in their marrow and soul - never stopping until the goal is achieved.
A deep worry surged in Darius's heart. He realized that these ruthless assassins would not end their pursuit just because he had fallen. Their goal was to eliminate all threats, which meant that Gragas was also in great danger. Even in the final moments of his life, Darius still worried about his former enemies, who were now the objects of his silent protection.
He tried to call out the name of Gragas, but his voice was only a faint hiss, almost inaudible in the silent snowfield. His vision gradually blurred, his consciousness became confused, but his heart was filled with worry for Gragas's safety. This worry, like a heavy burden, accompanied him into the eternal darkness.
On this cold and cruel battlefield, Darius's figure gradually faded into the eternal silence. He was once a hero of Noxus, a fearless warrior, but now he lay quietly on the land he had once fought on, becoming another silent guardian in this snowy expanse. In his heart, the only regret was not being able to protect Gragas again, not being able to face the dangers lurking in the shadows. Darius's life, like a burning flame, slowly extinguished in this icy world.
Gragas lay on the cold, bone-chilling snow, watching clearly as this series of events unfolded. Everything happened so quickly, leaving him feeling shocked and confused. He watched helplessly as the two assassins who should have taken his life quietly departed, while before him, Darius, his former enemy, pushed him away at a critical moment, taking the fatal blow for him. Chaos and pain intertwined. Darius, the Noxus warrior whom he had always seen as a mortal enemy, had endured a fatal injury to protect him. In this moment, Gragas felt an unprecedented conflict within himself: on one hand, he couldn't believe Darius's actions, and on the other, he was deeply moved by Darius's selfless act.
Struggling to prop up his weakened body, he desperately crawled towards Darius. Each movement was excruciating, but he was driven by an urgent force to see Darius. Leaving a trail of chaotic crawl marks in the snow, his thoughts swirled in pain and anger, constantly asking himself: Why? Why would his enemy choose to save him at this moment?
When Gragas finally arrived at Darius's side, he saw Darius lying weakly in the blood-stained snow, his breathing faint and unstable. Gragas's heart was filled with regret and gratitude, his hands trembling, unable to believe that all of this was real. He gently touched Darius's face, feeling a trace of warmth still lingering on his body.
In this icy wilderness, a thought arose in Gragas's heart that he had never experienced before—compassion. He looked deeply at Darius, feeling a connection that had never existed before. In this moment, they were no longer enemies, but comrades who had shared hardship together. Gragas's heart was filled with anger and conflict, but more so with admiration and gratitude towards Darius.
He realized that even in such a hostile relationship, there exists a kind of humanity that transcends grudges. Gragas's eyes were filled with tears, and his soul underwent a thorough baptism at that moment, causing a change in his beliefs and views of the enemy.
Every weak breath of Darius reminded Gragas that this former enemy was fighting against death to save him. Gragas's heart was filled with indescribable emotions, and within him arose a new understanding: even the most fearsome enemy on the battlefield could become a respected warrior at some point.
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