Syndra appeared to be fearless as she stood in front of the infamous black hole suspended in the air. Despite the fact that her entire body ached, and her whole being was drained and spent, she stood tall and proud. She raised a steady hand toward the darkness, and caused it to be enveloped by one of her spheres. It was now a two dimensional black circle, encased in a three dimensional black sphere.
Instantly, all the Champions noticed no new monsters were forming. They all rushed to dispatch the remaining foes with hope of a rest in mind. When no more enemies remained, Garen fell to one knee, breathing hard.
"Make sure you sit or kneel!" he shouted so that everyone in the vicinity could hear him. "Who knows how long this will last – it appears Syndra was able to stop the flow of power for now."
Not but a moment later, they saw the dreaded purple orb coming towards Syndra. The enchantress stiffened when she spied it, but did not yield her hold on the anomaly.
Then, as previously planned, Draven jumped up from his reclining position, and ran full speed in the direction of the purple sphere. With a war cry that was unnecessarily loud, he dove head first into the violet mass.
Just as Nasus had predicted, the purple sphere stopped moving, as it focused its attention on Draven, who had willingly trapped himself within.
"The Noxian bought us some time," breathed Garen with relief. "Drink whatever rations you have left – I know some of you were able to visit the river recently. If you have any food left on you, eat it now – we must keep up our strength whatever way we can."
After gulping down some water in make-shift canteens, Teemo and Akali sped away from the group, eager to complete the next phase of their plan.
As they ran through the forest, Teemo said, "I hope the being didn't resurrect Baron Nashor. You and I together would not be able to defeat it."
"My thought," said Akali. "Is that our enemy knows he can't affect the Vysma. Our turning it on would not disadvantage him, so he probably left that area alone. In a way, he probably wants us to turn it back on."
Teemo whistled quietly. "I wonder if we are sealing our own doom in doing this."
Akali gave a shrug. "That is something we cannot accurately predict. There are innumerable possibilities and outcomes. We simply must choose which course seems to be the best. The plan Garen and Nasus outlined does appear to be our best option."
"I see," came the response. Teemo was silent for a minute as they continued their fast trek through the foliage.
Turning to Akali once more, he told her, "Whether I live or die by this ordeal, my foremost wish is that the world as a whole is bettered by this experience."
"That is a very noble statement," Akali noted.
"I really do mean it. Of course I want to survive – most living things want to preserve themselves. However, even if we all make it out alive, I can't help but dread what may become of the continent of Valoran if the League of Legends suffers because of this siege."
Akali sighed heavily. "That has been weighing on my mind as well. But we can't let that affect us – there is no way of knowing how the outside world will respond, if we haven't even experienced an outcome yet."
"I know, but that doesn't ease my mind one bit. One of my foremost goals in life is to promote peace in this world. The League of Legends is the best thing that has happened to Valoran in centuries. It has to continue unhindered if we expect to maintain our current way of life."
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League of Legends: Siege of Summoner's Rift
FanfictionAn action-packed novel based on the ever popular League of Legends --- During a typical League match, ten Champions are trapped inside Summoner's Rift. Now, friends and foes must band together to survive an unknown enemy