Feeling the storm surging at Faen's fingertips, a touch of madness also emerged on Styraatu's non-human form.
The screeches were still continuing, and the meteors falling from the sky made a rumbling sound. Located within it, Faen focused his mind and calmed his qi. Through the guidance from Janna, the omnipresent hot wind projected the topography of the entire Piltover into Faen's mind.
Then—Swish!!
The sharp blade broke the air. That thin water curtain turned into a ring-shaped water band constantly approaching towards Styraatu at an astonishing speed. Perceiving something wrong, Styraatu also let out a low roar. Then her huge body began to climb towards the sky, but that water curtain was like possessing self-consciousness, relentlessly pursuing Styraatu's huge figure under the guidance of the storm.
Seeing this, Styraatu's dark red arms also deadly gripped the harp in her hands tightly. It was just she didn't pluck like before, but crazily raised it with both hands. Then like using a battleaxe, gripping the body of the harp, she used the proliferating flesh and blood structure on the other end to hack down fiercely!
Compared to the body of flames, that harp that seemed to be a weapon was actually Styraatu's true main body. Under the effect of the Darkin curse, although Styraatu lost the glorious form as an Ascended, her main body after turning into a weapon also possessed hardness far exceeding the norm.
The water curtain and the harp collided. Almost the instant they touched, a radial impact spread out to the surroundings.
Flowing water and storm intertwined; the violent flames became even more violent under this impact. But just at this time, Styraatu suddenly felt that the person controlling this water curtain wasn't her enemy—no, she should say it wasn't the man who confronted her before.
A momentary bewilderment shattered the madness brought by the Darkin curse. The glory and reason as an Ascended returned in this instant. Although this still couldn't let her remember who exactly she was, it was enough to let her see clearly what kind of appearance the existence wrestling with her before her had in the spirit realm—that was a spirit realm life with a vigorous and beautiful body, draped in a white slim-fitting robe, both feet turning into bird claws, cuffs and skirt hem presenting wing shapes, carrying golden thorns on her back, and head covered by a bird head mask.
Janna—or rather Janna's complete form in LoR.
Unlike Janna's image in the League of Legends main universe, Janna in LoR gave people the feeling of being a more agile brown-skinned wind elf. And after completing the card quest upgrade, she would display the complete form as a spirit realm life.
For the previous Janna, the consumption to maintain this form only took a few minutes, and it would degrade her from a spirit realm demigod life into a spirit. But it was different now. With Faen's nourishment, and the re-establishment of the related faith system. Although the consumption was still huge, afterwards she only needed to rest quietly for a few days, and with today's faith system, she could soon recover as before.
And now, recovering to her complete form, Janna didn't talk nonsense either, but constantly pushed the water blade to approach towards Styraatu's core through the storm and the contract. Seeing this, although Styraatu had already realized something was wrong, she could only grit her teeth and overdraw to wrestle.
As the former Goddess of the Wind, Janna might not be able to contend against the ancient Shuriman Empire that possessed hundreds of Ascended God-Warriors during its peak period. But like now, wrestling with a certain Ascended, and an Ascended fallen into a Darkin...
No words, but howling storms began to emerge in the domain of the entire Twin Cities. The calm Gulf of Piltover rose in ripples under the traction of the storm, and in the end, it even formed dozens of waterspouts connecting heaven and earth shuttling back and forth on the surrounding sea surface.
Also at this exact same time.
Swish——!
Accompanied by a flash of extreme blue light, as if even space was cut open. Perceiving the bad situation, Styraatu also let out a low roar, roaring and controlling the flames around her body wanting to swallow the enemy in front of her. But rarely displaying her peak state, Janna didn't have any thought of going easy. The howling storm locked dead all magic nodes around Styraatu's body. This body originally formed through parasitic magic was hindered inch by inch under the interference of these nodes.
Also at this moment, located above the Gulf of Piltover, the surging flowing water under the traction of the storm constantly swirled, gathered, compressed around Faen's body, and then formed a spiral water spear. Throwing with full force, the compressed flowing water left a azure arc in space, and then penetrated without any hindrance through the humanoid body located in the center of the flames—that is to say, Styraatu's parasitic host.
"No——!!!" A screech full of endless pain, unwillingness, and crazy intent came to an abrupt stop.
The next moment, Styraatu's huge flame body stiffened suddenly. The arms that could still wrestle with Janna originally hung down weakly. On the gradually dimming flame body, all eyes dimmed in an instant, and then extinguished.
And those flames constituting her body also seemed to lose support, beginning to violently and disorderly expand, and then crazily collapse inward.
Boom!!!
Accompanied by a dull loud bang, Styraatu's remnant body turned into a pure energy turbulence and scorching ash shockwave scattering in all directions. But the power was far less than before. Let alone affecting the urban area, before it could even spread a few meters away, it was easily smoothed out and blown away by Janna's residual wind power. Leaving only that copper-shell harp returning to its normal size falling from the sky, landing in the ruins emitting a slightly dull sound.
And seeing the battle in the sky had gradually subsided, the people originally still hiding also walked out of the ruins and corners one after another. Hesitating and bewildered, they came to the street, looking at Faen picking up the harp in the center of the ruins, not knowing what to say or ask.
In contrast, in the distance, looking at Styraatu who was directly blown up, Bluewind Manor fell into complete silence. Standing at the very front, Emistan's face was full of surprise, then a touch of despairing helplessness was added.
Through the mark on her arm, she had no extra choice either, and could only silently convey the news here to the sublime master of the Black Rose.
And located within it, Stevan was livid, his palms sitting in the wheelchair tightly grabbing the armrests. He remembered, everything he said at that time was heard by Faen. And now...
"My dear brother, your judgment is not bad." Just as Stevan was still thinking, a familiar and cold voice also came from behind him.
"It's just a pity you are always eager to prove yourself... and now, the time for reckoning has arrived."