Xion had no idea of what had transpired. He was standing in Noxian's room, exactly where he had disappeared from.
Oh, no. Not that, actually.
He knew exactly what had happened. The colors had started to bleed in his vision, painting his sight with something tangible to see.
The purple curtains of Noxian's room floated gently with the tiny wisps of air drifting in through some tiny holes.
From the closed windows, he could see how the night was covering every inch of the land, or how the moonlight glinted off the snow piled over the ground in messy heaps.
His dead eyes were seeing again. His entire body felt as if dipped into the holy water of rebirth.
All his aching, all of his tiredness, his weakness... everything had left his body.
If he had to tell in medical terms, he was a perfectly healthy person.
And yet...
'System? Are you there?'
There was no response. There was no scolding for being reckless, no smug replies, no taunts on his stupidly loser-like social skills.
