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Gragas returned to the tree hollow, panting heavily. He exerted himself to help Darius up, his eyes filled with urgency and concern. His voice was urgent and determined: "Hang in there! I'll take you to find reinforcements! I... I've already dealt with the assassins! You have to hold on!"
Darius's gaze seemed blurry and distant, as if his consciousness was drifting on the edge of reality. His eyes slowly moved, as if trying to focus on Gragas's face, but also as if gazing into an unreachable distance. His breathing became weaker and weaker, each inhale a difficult struggle.
Gragas was filled with anxiety, and he angrily thought, how could such a brave warrior leave so easily? He gently patted Darius's cheek, trying to bring him back to consciousness: "Darius, listen! You must hold on, we will find help. You can't give up like this!"
However, Darius's response became weaker and weaker, and the light in his eyes gradually faded. Gragas felt a deep sense of helplessness and despair. Although his heart was full of resentment towards Noxus, at this moment, he only wanted to do everything he could to save this brave opponent. Gragas was filled with indescribable complex emotions, deeply understanding the fragility of life and the cruelty of battle in this icy wilderness.
In the swirling snow, Gragas resembled a lone warrior traversing the cold wilderness, carrying Darius as he strode resolutely and swiftly through the ice and snow. Snowflakes covered their figures, Gragas's legs sinking deep into the snow with each step requiring immense effort, yet he did not falter.
His gaze was firm, focused on observing the surrounding natural landscape, trying to identify any familiar landmarks. Relying on his deep memory of the land, he sought the hidden path leading to the camp of the spirit walkers. He knew that every minute and every second was crucial, as Darius's life hung in the balance.
Gragas's breathing became more and more rapid, and the cold wind cut into his face like a knife, but he dared not stop his steps. He realized that as long as Darius still had a trace of anger, he could not give up. A firm belief arose in Gragas's heart: no matter the cost, he must bring Darius safely to the rescue site.
Gragas carried a heavy burden, step by step, through this gradually darkening forest. The trees towered into the sky, their branches and leaves entwined to form a natural canopy, making the light in the forest mottled and dim. Shadows moved among the trees, as if every step led deeper into darkness. As he delved deeper, the atmosphere of the forest became increasingly eerie, and the air seemed to grow heavy, as if filled with ominous signs.
The cawing of crows came from all directions, their chilling cries echoing through the silent forest as if singing a dirge for the dying warrior Darius, and expressing displeasure at Gragas's intrusion. Their voices reverberated through the forest, cold and piercing, as if warning of the treachery of the land. The unsettling sounds continued to ring in Gragas's ears, fueling his growing agitation. He looked up at the crows, a flash of anger in his eyes, his voice hoarse and intense: "Shut up, you damn birds!" His shout echoed through the forest, but seemed unable to dispel the gloom that hung over the woods.
Gragas bore the weight of Darius, feeling as though every step was a struggle against the forest's oppression. Each breath felt heavy, his expression a mix of anger, worry, and determination. He knew he couldn't linger here for long and had to find help quickly. In this gloomy forest, every tree seemed to be watching his every move, and every rustle of leaves made his nerves even more tense.
However, Gragas's pace did not slow down. His eyes were determined, scanning every corner of the forest from time to time, alert to potential lurking dangers. The paths in his memory kept replaying in his mind, and despite the bewildering illusions of the forest, his determination remained as firm as steel. He had an unwavering belief deep in his heart that he must bring Darius to safety.
In the deep darkness and oppression of the forest, Gragas pressed on, exhausted yet resolute. His steps were heavy, each one accompanied by concern for Darius's fate. At that moment, a special scent wafted into his nostrils, a mixture of some kind of herbal and wood-burning aroma, instantly lightening his mood.
This taste is not unfamiliar to Gragas who grew up in Freljord. It is a symbol of safety, a breath of civilization. In this wilderness, it is like a guiding light. Realizing that he is not lost in boundless darkness, Gragas feels greatly uplifted. He quickens his pace, and the weight on his shoulders seems to lighten a bit.
He looks down at Darius on his shoulder, this former enemy who has now become his only companion. Gragas speaks to Darius in his rough and powerful voice, "Hey! Bastard! We're almost there! You better pull yourself together! Got it?" Although his tone is rough, it is full of concern and encouragement.
Gragas looked anxiously at Darius, hoping for any small response, but Darius just lay there quietly, without any movement. This silence made Gragas feel extremely uneasy and panicked. His heart raced, an indescribable panic spreading through him. He no longer cared about his own fatigue and injuries, gripping Darius tightly and quickening his pace.
In that dense and dim forest, every step of Gragas was filled with urgency. His footsteps landed heavily on the ground covered with thick snow, making a dull sound. Gragas's breathing became heavier and heavier, but he refused to stop because he knew that even a second's delay could mean the end of Darius's life.
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