Evander's worries

"Wait…where am I?" Ahri slowly groaned as she came to her senses.

Suddenly, she recalled those pitch black eyes and jumped onto her feet.

"Varian!"

Her yell calmed down the chattering ground and turned their attention to her.

It was only then that Ahri realized she was in the banquet hall, sitting in a rather cozy chair.

"What happened, Ahri?"

"Why did you yell that boy's name?"

"You aren't injured, but how eliminated you?"

"…."

Ahri's mind went blank at the world eliminated. "Eliminated? I was eliminated?"

She muttered like she lost her soul and collapsed back onto the chair.

The proud genius, the sister of Ashtarh…was eliminated just like that?

Suddenly, she recalled the last face she saw.

She balled her fists and her nails dug into her palms, and blood slowly dripped on the chair.

"Ahri, calm down!" A young woman grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly.