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... 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 ...
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