225 Final Battle 1

Clang.. Clang… clang…

The chiming of a clock sounded slowly, coming from somewhere unknown.

Garen dashed down the pitch-black corridor. The path in front of him was retreating rapidly, and the bones on the ground had been crushed underfoot. As he turned a corner, some of the powdered ashes was wiped off his clothes.

He didn’t pause at all, following the uphill-slanting tunnel as he advanced.

Smack.

Leather boots stopped in their tracks, Nightmare glanced back while supporting Andrela.

In the dim evening sunlight, it was as though the huge stone statue had been plated in a layer of red-gold light.

The heavy clanging of a clock came from the top of the stone statue.

"How majestic," Nightmare murmured. "Garen, don’t you die now…"

By the beach, Weisman’s general with the black chest hair was waiting for the rapidly-approaching military ship. He turned back at the same time as Demon Hunter Elysha, to look at the black humanoid statue towering over the island.