The last 30 days of life! Continuing from the previous post, part two

Ashe let out a soft sigh.\The Warlord knew what his wife was thinking. He walked over and held Ashe tightly.\“Are you afraid, my love?”\“No, I cherish life, but I am not afraid of death.” Ashe rested her head on her husband's chest. “I hope you can survive.”\“We will. We will all leave here and return to Freljord.” In the grass, a white lion-like man squatted, watching the Warlord and Ashe between the distant trees. Then he turned his head to the other side.\He was named Rengar, a fanatically brilliant hunter. At the moment when he suffered a huge setback, when he was at his lowest, he was mysteriously transported here.\It was destined by fate, after he lost one of his eyes. He smelled it, the scent of the one that filled him with immense anger, so much that he would rather tear it apart alive. This scent filled him with power. Rengar knew that it was given to him by hatred and his instinct.\That disgusting creature had also come to this island.\“This will be a graveyard, for you and me.” He bared his teeth, pulled a tiger's tooth from the necklace around his neck, nailed it to a tree, and then leapt out of the grass, leaving quickly. By the lakeside, a few little people huddled together, as if holding a meeting.\“Hey, look! We've traveled here! An astonishing discovery that will shock not only the Yordle world…no, the entire world, this mysterious island!” The great inventor Heimerdinger said excitedly.\“Still obsessed with your science, and haven't realized our situation yet, dear great inventor?” Tristana, the Yordle Gunner, said, glancing at Captain Teemo beside her. “Teemo, can you think of any way to get out of here?” Tristana felt very strange, even doubting whether she was dreaming. After she patrolled Yordle City and returned home to rest, she felt dizzy, and then there was nothing more.\“I can't think of anything.” Teemo took off his hat and shook his furry little ears.\“If it really is as that voice just said, then we cannot leave this place. The fact that person could silently bring us all here proves how terrifying that person is.”Teemo looked at the oversized wristband on his hand and sighed, "At least you should consider personal circumstances. Wearing this is really troublesome. Mr. Great Inventor, is there a way to shrink this thing?"

"Uh, it seems... hmm." The Great Inventor studied the wristband on his hand with a magnifying glass. "If it were in my laboratory, I should be able to study the substance and energy foundation of this wristband. With just the naked eye, I can only see some clues."

"Really! What clues? Tell me, tell me!" The Piltover Gunslinger urged.

"The clue is that there is a transceiver on the wristband similar to something that concentrates energy. From my deduction, it is used to remotely control this wristband."

Zed, sitting aside, watched the three little people whispering to each other without saying a word. He jumped down from the rock, walked to his war machine, and slowly wiped the cold body of the machine with a cloth. No one knew why they had come to this island, and Zed himself was also unsure.

While he was still immersed in the forging of fire, that perfect technological invention, he noticed that the mesmerizing missile had disappeared, and the blueprints and documents on the table were gone entirely!

"Damn this misfortune," he cursed, looking at the large wristband on his hand, while a nameless fire continuously burned within him.

Zed hated being restrained, absolutely hated it. He passed through the other side of the endless dense forest.

"That person's words just now are suspicious," Twilight Eye leaned against a tree, his katana scraping back and forth on the ground, drawing a balanced cult rune.

"Only five people can survive. We don't even know how many people are on this island," Akali, the Shadow Fist, crossed her arms, two sharp kama floating in the wind.

Berserker Heart Kennen jumped down from a tree and said, "The trees here are too dense; I can't see anything far away. Let's take it step by step. Akali, go check nearby first. If there's danger…"

"It's fine, I can handle it. I have confidence," she said, covering her face, disappearing like the wind before Kennen.

Kennen wanted to say more but noticed that she had already vanished. He muttered, "She's always like this, always in a hurry."

"Let her go. In the continent of Valoran, aside from her mother, it seems no one else can make her feel embarrassed.""\Kennen curled the corner of his mouth: 'That's actually the truth.' Akali moved swiftly through the forest, holding her breath and keeping her footsteps as quiet as possible. She leaped and ran between the trees, and then, as if sensing something, she jumped onto a banyan tree and looked down.\Amumu felt that today was the unluckiest day of his life.\In the morning, he had tripped over his own bandages. He was supposed to be on duty at the Demacia History Museum but got lost. Then he was hit by a carriage for no reason, and the driver mocked him, saying he was too short to be seen. Heartbroken, Amumu returned home only to find himself in this strange place and was told he had only 30 days to live.\'So unlucky.' He slumped under a tree, and the surrounding flowers and grass began to wither under his influence. Defeating others and then returning home to Demacia seemed like a fantasy.\'Besides crying, what else can I do? I'm just an abandoned defective product…' Amumu began to cry silently.\Akali felt a tightness in her chest. She tried to stay as far away from Amumu as possible because she saw that the places where Amumu cried were turning into wastelands.\Kill? Or not kill? Akali was confident she could finish this poor little mummy from behind in an instant, but she had no reason to. For balance, she could kill, even by any means necessary. As a member of the Shadow Fist, she was born to live in killing. However, seeing this mummy made her hesitate. After a while, she let out a soft hum, put away her kama, and jumped down from the banyan tree to leave. On the other side of the tree, a cloaked man silently watched the departing Akali and removed the black mask from his face.\This man's name was Talon. In the Noxian Assassin Guild, he had a terrifying name: Blade's Shadow.\A slit throat would not spill a single drop of blood; this was the terror of the blade. Anyone who saw the flash of silver in the corner would find themselves on the guild's death list.\The unsheathing of the blade was always the end of a soul.\He did not know this island and was puzzled by the rules of the game mentioned by the voice. However, one thing was worth noting: his reason for coming to this island.\As a vassal, he had duties to fulfill."\"Wait and see how things turn out, until we find Miss Katarina...\" Talon looked down at the crying Amumu, just about to get up and leave. \ A gust blade quietly extended without a sound, resting against Talon's neck. \"Will you die?\" \ Behind him stood Akali, who had already left!