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Gragas slowly awakens from numbness on this snow-covered battlefield, his body seemingly eroded by relentless cold and pain with every attempt to stand. Each breath is accompanied by deep pain, as if reminding him that he is enduring not only physical trauma, but also buried anger and conflict deep within his heart.
Gragas's fingers tremble slightly, each movement a struggle against his own body. When he pushes away Darius's outstretched hand, it is not just a physical resistance, but also a release of anger from deep within his soul. He leans against a nearby tree with almost stubborn strength, each effort to stand seeming to express his disdain and resistance to Darius.
His voice was filled with exhaustion and anger: "I don't need your help!" This statement not only carries anger, but also deep contradictions. Gragas's eyes shimmer with complex emotions, expressing both confusion towards his enemy Darius and towards his own emotions. His inner struggle at this moment is not only about rescuing Darius, but also about recognizing his own identity.
Darius stands quietly on the side, his eyes showing both respect and deep understanding. He doesn't attempt to reach out again, but quietly observes every effort Gragas makes to stand up. In this moment, two once opposing warriors, in this cold snowy field, are each demonstrating their strength and dignity in their own way.
Gragas may be physically weak, but his eyes reveal an indomitable fighting spirit and complex emotions. Deep within, he harbors anger towards his enemy Darius and struggles with conflicting emotions. In this land covered in ice and snow, they each face inner turmoil and external challenges in their own way, continuing to persevere on their own paths.
Darius moves swiftly, but his eyes occasionally glance back, alert to the pursuit of Frosty Puppet behind him. His voice carries a subtle tension: "If you're able to move, we'd better find a place to take shelter quickly. As for what comes next... we'll figure it out." While his words carry a commanding tone, they also reveal his concern for Gragas's safety.
Gragas, although filled with complex emotions towards Darius deep inside, had to temporarily set aside his grievances in the face of the real threat. He turned to glance at the approaching Frosty Puppet, then back at Darius, deciding to follow him deeper into the forest. Despite his unsteady steps, driven by the instinct to survive, he did his best to pick up the pace and keep up with Darius.
As the two ventured deeper into the forest, the dense trees and thick layers of snow provided natural cover for them. Darius occasionally looked back to ensure Gragas was keeping up, making sure he didn't fall behind. Despite the lack of much conversation between them, in this life-and-death moment, a silent understanding seemed to form between the two, as they united to confront the treacherous land and the approaching enemies.
As they ventured deeper into the forest, the surrounding sounds gradually grew silent, with only the sound of their footsteps and occasional animal calls breaking the stillness. Despite Gragas's lingering doubts and anger towards Darius, he couldn't help but admit that in this environment, Darius's presence did provide him with a sense of security.
Darius traversed through this unfamiliar and desolate Freljord forest, his gaze occasionally scanning the dense trees and the ground covered in thick snow. He had limited knowledge of this land, and every step felt like navigating a complex maze. The trees all seemed to have the same face, and every path appeared to lead to an unknown direction, leaving Darius somewhat puzzled, but not losing his way. In this life-and-death moment, his intuition sharpened, and every choice was made with caution.
At this moment, Gragas quietly came to the front and began to lead the way. Although there had been past conflicts and hostilities between them, at this moment, Darius only held a small concern. He knew that on this land of Freljord, Gragas's experience and knowledge were crucial for their survival. Deep in Darius's heart, he felt a sense of relief and even a silent gratitude for Gragas's leadership.
Darius closely followed Gragas's footsteps, occasionally glancing back, alert for possible pursuers, but his thoughts were more focused on the path ahead. Gragas walked with determination and strength, every step revealing a profound familiarity with the land. They traversed snow-covered paths, winding through dense forests, and Gragas seemed to easily discern safe routes, which filled Darius with trust in him.
In this icy world, the biting cold wind feels like a knife, but Gragas seems to be able to find direction in every gust. Their steps may be heavy, but they are always resolute. Darius can't help but admire Gragas's familiarity and skill with this land. Even in such a crisis, he can still find a way to survive. In this desolate and cold land, Gragas is not only their guide, but also a beacon of hope. Darius knows deeply that at this moment, they need each other's strength to find shelter in this snow-covered wilderness.
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