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It's incredible, Robin was completely conquered by these words.

She couldn't help but think of the regional classifications she had seen before entering the game.

Targon is the top of the world in Runeterra. This towering mountain is entirely made of hard rocks. It is bathed in the scorching sun all year round and always overlooks the mountains at its feet. It is majestic and unparalleled in the world.

It lies in a no man's land far from civilization, out of reach for many, and only the most determined seekers are lucky enough to see it.

And, like other mysterious places, Targon is a shining beacon that attracts dreamers, madmen and adventurers.

Some brave people will try to climb this extremely high mountain, maybe in search of wisdom and enlightenment, maybe in pursuit of glory or some kind of supreme longing in the soul.

Reaching the summit is not impossible, and those few who survive the summit reveal little about what they saw.

Some returned with bewildered and empty eyes, while others were unrecognizable, chosen as protoss, imbued with an otherworldly and inhuman energy, and given a destiny only a few mortals could understand.

"Extraordinary power," Robin sneered. The ability brought by the Devil Fruit here was not enough.

Along the way, Aphelios had told her that his training began with a breath.

Breathe in, breathe out, breathe in again...

Listen carefully to the sounds of nature, as water drops fall down the cracks at the top of the cave, and the wet rocky floor reflects light in the darkness.

This way one can learn about the sacred patterns carved into the rocky ground - which announce fate and the celestial orbits.Even if he closed his eyes, he could see every arc of the moon.

After eating the barbecue, Aphelios stood up and came to the entrance of the cave. He began to wave the broken soul in his hand.

Just like when he first came into contact with moonstone weapons, the moonstone felt hard to the touch, but still ethereal.

It doesn't seem to exist in this world.This is the magical remnant left by the first lunar conjunction. When the moon coincides with its mirror image in the spiritual realm and briefly communicates through the curtain of heaven, moonstones will fall from the sky like raindrops of tears.

The two moons will continue to move according to their respective trajectories and have to separate.

Aphelios determined his orbit, so he continued to train, and he would maintain this habit no matter how many years he went.

The blade is his breathing now, faster and faster every time.He practiced hacking as he had for years until he bled and was on the verge of self-destruction.He follows his weapon, twisting his body in the air.He slashed, blocked—every movement was smooth.He closed his eyes so that he didn't need to see... didn't need to remember everything he had done to pick up his weapon.

Suddenly, Aphelios's body trembled.A blush flashed across his moonstone blade, and the image of a foreigner passed before his eyes.

Robin stood up and walked over, concerned: "What's wrong?"

She understands that if she wants to get higher profits in the game, she must integrate everything here.

Is it an illusion?Is it memory?How many times has he killed someone just to find out?The blade slipped from his hand, and Aphelios fell to the ground with him, without the guidance of a weapon, making him unable to control himself.

Aphelios rubbed his head, he remembered everything.

Everything he swallowed.Every slash he struck on his enemy was deeper than the one he struck on himself.

Lalune...his sister.She reached across the curtain.She lets him see it... but she is forcefully pulled away.

Aphelios swallowed back the words he could never say.His hands clenched into fists, and for a moment he was determined to break the celestial orbits and fates carved into the stone.However, his hand began to shake...and then he let go.

Aphelios stood up and put his hair back. He saw that the moon had been buried in the dark clouds, but under the influence of Laenlu's magic, the moonlight shone into the shrine deeper in the temple.The moon called to him, as it had every time before when he had been needed.

it's time.His faith will be rewarded.

The Moon Cult is growing in power, shifting across the celestial veil.Spiritual magic, arcane magic - even after so much training, Aphelios could not mediate the power of the moon on his own.But he doesn’t need to be on his own.

"fine."

Aphelios wrote two simple words, and then carefully prepared the night-blooming flowers that he had grown in the temple pond.

Take it as you please, squeeze their essence into a caustic elixir - it is a shimmering liquid in the mortar, but if taken directly, it can also cause huge adverse effects on the human body.

Put down the training blade, raise the mortar, and invite the moon to drink.

Then, without hesitation, he brought the poison to his lips.

There are no words to describe the pain.Pain coats your throat.You can't make any sound...

Everything is burning.You trembled in torture, you retched and choked, the poison flowed through your body, opening a door for you, and you found the power of the moon.

Found me.

"The poison tastes really unpleasant."

Feeling Robin's concern, Aphelios rarely said a few more words.

At that time, there was only the resonance from the moonstone weapon.

Whispers arose from the fortress where Raenlu stood, and her voice was conveyed to Aphelios through the moonstone weapon.

'My spirit rubs with you.You feel my presence through the curtain.You raise a hand and you know I'm not far away.This is the pain you have to hold on to.

You tightened your grip.It becomes your weapon.

I'll hand it to you...'

Falling out of sight.

"Brother Aphelios." As I whispered, I could feel you tasting the fiery poison.I know why you made this choice.What I am asking you to sacrifice...

The wind in the canyon became stronger and stronger, the moonstone weapon shone with aura, a surprising scene happened, and many pictures appeared in front of her eyes.

That was the younger Aphelios.He entered the night from the temple of the cave.

With a heart-rending gasp, his expression became serious, and he endured the severe pain, accepting the pain and forgetting everything.

Targon extends in both directions above and below the Temple.

The howling mountain wind whipped against the body with frost, and the crystal shimmered, disappearing and appearing, playing with Aphelios's scarf and lifting his cloak.The cold moonlight hung high in the sky.It will lead the way for him.

It was her light, shining through the moonlight on him.

She had given him what he needed.

Falling Light is more than just a moonstone blade.In training, he uses slashing, lunging and twisting moves.To use Falling Light, his moves don't need to change - but the range of his attack will be greatly increased.A simple jab would unleash its power, his martial prowess and her magic intertwining like a perfect moon.

The ejected black ball flew towards a rock. The celestial magic of Mount Targon made it float in the air, while the power of the falling light slowly dragged the floating island down.

With a leap, Aphelios began to run towards the top of the floating island, his footsteps kicking small pieces of snow down into the abyss.

Each orb he fired dragged another rock towards him, and the floating boulders collided with each other behind him, while he nimbly jumped between the boulders, climbing rapidly.

The same climb would take others days to climb...but most people never attempt this stretch of mountain.

Only the Sun Sect, and those who seek power, will stay here.

He passed over their dotted settlements, each silent and blind to the night.For many years, he has been unable to figure out why the fanatics of the Solar Cult can deny the existence of his faith, only dare to pursue the sun, and dare not face the darkness like the Lunar Cult.But he was very clear about his destiny.

Those fanatics will be revealed in the moonlight.

Aphelios jumped onto the last floating island and stopped temporarily. In a snowy clearing below him, a group of people from the Sun Religion had just gathered, and everyone had their swords unsheathed.The Lunarians call them the Burners.

At night, they cleanse the moon of infidels with fire.

During the day, their priests deny the existence of anything but the scorching sun.

Beneath hoods of darkness, their faces obscured by flames, were as inhuman as their sentences.

They surrounded a savage dressed in crimson and steel.

It was the foreigner he had seen in his vision.

The moonlight stopped in this clearing.Stop at the savage's feet.

Aphelios. ” I speak again. I whisper into your soul, gathering my magic, knowing that you only want to hear one word.

"I am with you..."

Aphelios dived from the floating island and landed on the battlefield, the Burner's weapons burning brighter in the darkness of the falling light.The people of the Burning Sun Cult shouted an alarm and turned around to fight, but found that they were all restrained in place by the black sphere.Aphelios dropped his cannon, and a new weapon appeared in his hands.

"Broken soul." Aphelios whispered.

At the same time as he landed, Aphelios never took his eyes off the burning face of his enemy. He slashed behind him with his soul, and the crescent-shaped pistol emitted a beam, piercing the rocky floating island above.The horrified Burners could only watch blankly as the huge rocks were cut open by the power of the crescent moon and smashed into their lines.

The survivors soon spread out across the clearing, lashing out at Aphelios with their lava spears.While weaving in and out of the gaps of the attack, Aphelios continued to slash with the broken soul, and at the same time grabbed another weapon with his other hand, knowing that it would pass through the curtain and appear there out of thin air.

"Folding mirror," Aphelios said to the night.

An arc soared in the air, and the necks of the remaining Moon Sect members in the open space were cut open by the folding mirror - the moon stone ring blade twisted and spun, flew towards Aphelios, and was caught by him with one hand.

In just a few seconds, the battle was over.

The savage stands before you.He looked up at you gratefully.Beside him was what the Burners were searching for: a crescent-shaped scimitar.

He opened his mouth to thank you, but he saw your expression twist, even though you were trying your best to hide it.You fought back your fear, pounding your fist on your shoulder where the Incinerate's spear had pierced your cloak.You try to remember the pain.Chase that pain.

You don't want to kill him.But you must kill him.

Your face is numb and you cannot feel your own tears... Instead, you feel mine.

"Aphelios." La'enlu said the last time, forcefully sending my voice through the curtain.Our celestial orbits brought us together, and with it came a dizzying shock

Through your eyes I see the truth that the moonlight reveals around the scimitar.See why it was abandoned.

She is running away...

We must find her.

Barbarians in crimson armor lay in the snow alongside men of the Solari Cult.

With a hard gasp, Aphelios fell to his knees.

He glanced up at the moon and listened to the whisper that only he could hear.

His expression darkened again.Without a word he picked up the scimitar and walked into the night.

The picture disappeared and the strong wind stopped at this moment. Everything was so fantastic.

Deeper in the steep mountains, the moon goddess Diana is standing on the top of the mountain, bathing in the light of the new moon.

She sensed a familiar aura, that outstanding warrior of the Moon Sect—Aphelios.

A black shadow flashed out, and he escaped into the dark side.

"Go and find him."

Diana gave orders without looking back, because she was now the leader of the entire Moon Sect.

Although she was not from Mount Targon, that didn't matter.

The important thing is that now, the black shadow responded loudly and then disappeared.

"The Sect of the Burning Sun..."

The crescent moon reflected in her eyes and gradually rotated.

That was when she was young, when a group of Sun Religion hunters discovered her, her parents had been taken away by the cold, and they wrapped her in swaddling clothes to protect her.

They were strangers in this land, having obviously traveled a long way.

The hunters took her back to their temple, cared for her, and raised her to become a member of the Last of the Sun's Folk, known as the Rakkor.

Like all followers of the Solar Cult, Diana underwent rigorous physical training and religious practices.

Unlike the others, however, Diana was determined to understand the reasons for the Sun Cult's actions and the logic behind their beliefs.

She buried her head in the library every night, reading all the words eagerly, with only the bright moonlight illuminating her.

Unfortunately, her pursuit of knowledge led to more questions than answers, and the unquestionable ancient maxims given by her teachers could not satisfy her inquiring heart.

When Diana began to discover that entire chapters had been torn out of the tome, and that all references to the moon seemed to be missing, the teachers punished her severely, trying to gain her piety through fatigue.

Following the example, her fellow believers began to stay away from her and her doubts.

In those years of confusion, depression and loneliness, there was only one bright beacon: Leona.

She was the most devout of Diana's peers, and the two often had heated debates.Although prolonged and frequent conversations never completely convinced either party, they developed a close friendship.