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With the disappearance of the stag, Gragas felt an invisible restraint on his body suddenly loosen, and the entire space seemed to return to calm in an instant. His body suddenly lost balance, appearing extremely unstable, and finally unable to support himself, he fell to the ground, feeling light-headed. He lay on the cool wooden floor, feeling as if his head was being squeezed, waves of dizziness overwhelming him, causing him to involuntarily start to dry heave.
At that moment, Mother Joia, leaning on a cane, slowly and unsteadily walked towards Darius. Her movements seemed slow and heavy, each step as if it had exhausted all her strength. Her eyes were deep and full of wisdom, as if witnessing the accumulation of countless years. She approached Darius, looking down at him lying unconscious on the wooden table, with a thoughtful expression on her face.
Joanna's mother reached out with trembling hands and gently touched Darius's forehead. Her lips moved slightly, as if silently reciting some ancient and mysterious incantation. A faint herbal scent filled the air, and the atmosphere became solemn and sacred, as if entering a different dimension.
Gragas remained on the ground, trying hard to adjust his breathing, attempting to let his brain gradually adapt to the brief yet intense experience just now. His gaze unconsciously turned to Joanna's mother and Darius, filled with not only worry but also a greater desire for the unknown and curiosity about the future.
Gragas struggled to stabilize his body, his head still feeling heavy, but much better than before. Slowly lifting his head, his eyes filled with confusion and curiosity, he looked at Janna, who was focused on bandaging Darius's wounds. His voice trembled slightly as he asked, "What exactly happened just now?"
Janna's gestures remained steady, her movements skilled and careful as she wrapped bandages around Darius's wounds, securing every fragile area with caution. She glanced at Gragas, her expression both serious and mysterious. She softly replied, "Do you want the simple version, or the detailed version?"
Her voice carries a deep and steady tone, as if telling an ancient and important story. Her gaze shifts back and forth between Gragas and Darius, seemingly weighing how to explain it all. Gragas's eyes are solemn, understanding that he may soon hear something beyond his comprehension.
Gragas coughs lightly, struggling to support his heavy frame. He carefully approaches Darius, his eyes fixed on the abdomen that was originally gushing blood from a sword wound. Now, those terrifying wounds have not only stopped bleeding but also miraculously healed. Gragas is shocked, almost unable to believe his eyes, and he says in amazement, "This... this can't be..."
Qiaoya's mother calmly responded as she wrapped the bandage, "If it's the White Stag King, then it's possible, Asangne's words..." Her voice revealed deep wisdom and reverence for the natural spirits. Her eyes, as she spoke, seemed to gaze through time and space, looking back at some ancient memory.
Gragas felt an invisible force permeating the wooden house. He glanced back at Darius lying on the table, once again sensing that warm and mysterious energy. In this ancient land, the power of nature and spirits seemed to be everywhere, and now, this power was saving the life he owed.
Gragas looked seriously at Darius lying on the wooden table, took a deep breath, and then turned to Mother Joaya and said, "It seems that I must listen to a detailed explanation." His tone revealed his curiosity and eager desire to understand everything.
Mother Joaya slowly walked back to her place from the table, her movements appearing slow and steady, as if she had accumulated countless wisdom and experience over the long years. After sitting down, she looked steadily and deeply at Gragas and began to explain slowly, "As I just told you, the spirits I can communicate with... come from Freljord. These spirits, they are the guardians of this land, the spokespersons of nature."
Her voice carries an ancient solemnity, as if recounting an ancient legend: "As you can see, the Lord of Thunder and the Shadow of the White Panther left the moment they saw Darius. The flock of Frost Ravens and Snow Mice observed briefly before departing. This indicates their unwillingness to aid a Noxus person. Their decision is not based on personal will, but on the laws of nature and the rules of this land."
Mother Ylva paused, her eyes revealing a hint of complex emotion: "However, the King of White Stags, Ehsan-Gne, chose to stay. He is one of the oldest and most sacred guardians of Freljord, and his decision carries great significance. Ehsan-Gne's existence transcends the conflicts of war and tribes; he represents the cycle of life and the balance of nature."
Her gaze turned to the figure of Darius: "Asange has given Darius a new life, but this is not just to repay your favor. His vision extends far beyond this, and this action implies hopes and visions for the future of the entire Rune Continent." Mrs. Jiaoya's voice became heavier: "Gragas, perhaps your fate and that of this Noxian have already been drawn into a journey far greater than you can imagine."
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