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Morgana felt her instincts flare, a quiet tightening beneath her ribs, even as she maintained the serene, statuesque composure she had perfected over centuries. At long last, she could place a face to the uneasy stirrings that had haunted her for months now, a whisper of unease that clung to the...
Mira was afraid. Genuinely, unmistakably afraid. Terror churned in her chest, and even with her back resting against her captain, she still felt the instinctive urge to curl into a ball and hide.
Only yesterday morning she had still been in her cell. And now she was flying toward a battlefield...
Darryl tightened his grip on his short sword, shifting lightly to the side. This was his first time sparring with the captain since awakening to Ki, and considering he had only fully grasped it that very morning, the nervous flutter in his chest felt justified.
Across from him, Asta drew his...
Emilia was intrigued by the events of the morning, surprised as well, but mostly intrigued. And she had two reasons for that.
The first and most obvious was Asta. Her… Captain. She didn’t miss the way her body reacted at the thought, a sickening feeling in her chest that she stubbornly ignored...
“Gah!” Sylas choked out as he collapsed to his knees, violet fire flickering and fading around him as the spell finished dragging him through space.
His breath trembled. Even now, the image of that sword descending toward him was seared into his mind, the cold certainty of death gripping his...
“Okay.” Darryl heard Asta call out from somewhere above him. He stood on the small earthen platform he had shaped himself, trying not to wobble. “Since somebody thinks he’s a genius and doesn’t have the patience to master what he already knows, I guess I have no choice but to kick-start your...
Asta ran with long, purposeful strides, fast but not at the blinding speed he usually used in battle. Every few steps he paused just long enough to glance into side rooms, checking for prisoners who hadn’t already been taken by the rebels.
Although…
“Why the hell are there so many damn...
Darryl shivered, though he couldn’t tell if it was from the bite of the cold air rushing past him or from the nerves twisting in his stomach.
Just over a week ago, when he had first received his flying staff (and no, he still refused to call it a magic broom) he’d overheard Sword-Captain Garen...
Capelworth had fallen.
The words echoed in Tianna Crownguard’s mind like the tolling of a funeral bell. She exhaled slowly, the parchment between her fingers as she read the reports that had arrived from the stricken province.
She had hoped, no, believed, that the arrival of the foreigner Asta...
The first thing she noticed when he entered the royal estate was that he was invisible to her senses.
'How strange.'
He walked among the Dauntless Vanguard, their armor gleaming beneath the noon light. They surrounded him like a living wall, each soldier both wary and, curiously, comfortable...
By the time Cithria heard the faint crackle of sparks, Fiora had already stepped back.
Cithria’s eyes widened. She wasn’t even sure what she’d just seen, or if she’d seen anything at all.
She knew the name Lady Fiora Laurent well. Everyone in Demacia did. The greatest duelist of her...
Cithria exhaled slowly as she stepped into the courtyard, her boots clicking softly against the cobblestone. The air was cool and heavy with the faint mist of early dawn, the hour when most of the fortress still slept.
She was here to give her report, two long days spent under the watch of that...
Cithria couldn’t help the sharp gasp that escaped her throat at the sight of the creature looming before them.
The Gromp was enormous, easily three meters tall, its slick, warty skin glistening in the faint morning light. Its bulbous eyes blinked once, slowly, before letting out a low, guttural...