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Draven walked into the legislature hall and immediately spotted several people he never expected to see there. The first to catch his eye was the enigmatic blade, Katarina, her red hair burning like flames, clad in a tight-fitting black combat suit that showcased her elegant yet deadly figure. Her gaze was sharp, as if it could pierce through anything, engaged in an intense exchange with Swain.
Standing next to her was the shadowy assassin Talon, draped in a dark gray cloak that almost blended into the surrounding shadows. His countenance was stern, and his deep eyes revealed an unmistakable determination. He wielded a short sword, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
Sitting next to Swain is faceless, which is even more impressive. His face is wrapped in bandages, revealing only a pair of indifferent eyes. He wears a mysterious goat-headed mask, making it impossible to see his true face. His body is covered by a large black robe, making him appear even more mysterious and inscrutable.
Swain sits on a high-backed chair in the center, his appearance elegant. His silver-white hair contrasts sharply with his mature and wise face. He wears a gold-trimmed black robe, displaying his authority as the Grand General of Noxus.
faceless sat there, silent, like an unmoving mountain, quietly listening to the debate between Katarina and Talon. His silence and composure formed a stark contrast to the intense emotions of Katarina and Talon, making Draven feel a bit uneasy.
Draven felt a wave of tension, realizing that the appearance of these people meant that the topic of the legislature meeting was far more complex and serious than he had anticipated. He knew he had to quickly and accurately convey his information and position, especially regarding the whereabouts of his brother Darius and the new threat facing Noxus.
He took a deep breath, adjusted his emotions, and then walked towards the location of The Gentle Faceless One, preparing to intervene in this seemingly increasingly complex legislature meeting. His steps were firm, and his eyes were filled with determination, as if he had already prepared to face all difficulties and challenges.
Draven walked tensely into the legislature hall, his steps were firm, each step seemed to be beating an invisible war drum. His appearance immediately attracted the attention of everyone present, and the air seemed to freeze.
Talon nodded at him first. He was dressed in black armor, with a stern face and inscrutable eyes. His nod was a silent but profound sign of respect, as if to say, "I know why you're here, and I know what you've endured."
Katarina furrowed her brow. She was dressed in red battle attire, exuding a strong presence. In an almost impatient tone, she said, "You're only just arriving now? That's too slow." Her words conveyed a sense of urgency, as if urging Draven to quickly state his purpose.
Swain, the President of Noxus, turned his head slowly. His gaze was like two sharp swords, piercing directly into Draven's soul. He sat on a huge chair, with the flag of Noxus behind him. His voice was calm but authoritative: "What do you want?"
Draven felt a sense of urgency. He knew that every second could affect the life and death of his brother Darius and the future of Noxus. "There has been an explosion in the city, and a Freljord witch not only ran wild here but also spread false news about my brother Darius's death. These actions seriously affect the stability and security of Noxus."
His voice became sharper, almost a roar: "I want to ask you two senators, do you have any news about my brother, Darius, in the Northern War? If even you don't know his whereabouts, then I will have to immediately organize an advance team to personally investigate all of this and find the truth!"
Draven's gaze swept back and forth between The Gentle Faceless One, his eyes like burning flames, filled with urgency and impatience. He knew that every minute and every second could be crucial at this moment. He couldn't wait any longer, nor could he waste any more time. He needed answers, and he needed them now.
Swain slowly stood up, his gaze still calm but with a hint of seriousness. He took a few steps towards Draven and then stopped, saying, " Draven, I understand your urgency and anxiety, but you need to calm down. We are actively dealing with the Northern War and the situation with your brother, General Darius."
He turned back to his seat and continued, "The Northern army has been out of contact for over twelve hours. Under normal circumstances, this would almost mean total annihilation, but we all know that Darius is leading them. He is one of the finest generals of Noxus, so I will first rule out the possibility of total annihilation."
Swain's voice became heavier, he glanced at the faceless figure sitting next to him, then looked at Katarina and Talon, and finally his gaze fell back on Draven.
"I personally believe that this loss of contact is likely due to other unknown factors. Perhaps it's some new type of magic, perhaps it's some tactic we don't yet understand, or in a worse case scenario, perhaps there's a traitor within. Whatever it is, we need to analyze calmly and make the most appropriate decision."
Swain's words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly calming Draven down. He knew Swain was right, staying calm and rational was the key to solving the problem. But his inner anxiety and unease were still raging, he needed to find his brother Darius, he needed to ensure the safety and stability of Noxus.
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