Runeterra: Alexander The Eternal

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The battlefield was a sea of flames, smoke curling into the sky, screams echoing in every direction. I bolted toward the old man, following the egg's signal.

A group of armored Noxians stepped into my path, their weapons gleaming. I raised my arm, fingers stretched wide.

The air trembled. The winds howled, sharp and deafening, as the atmosphere itself seemed to thin. In my palm—eight points of light blurred to life. The bracelet on my wrist glimmered faintly, its power surging—

WHIZZ-THOOM

The explosion tore through the air, a shockwave rippling outward. For a moment, the world was nothing but light and sound. Then, silence. The winds stilled, the lights faded, and where the Noxians had stood, only scorched earth remained.

'So its basically a mage staff,' I thought, my gaze sweeping over the destruction.

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The events unfolded as I remembered.

The elder ran, his footsteps pounding against the cracked stone floor. The Noxians screamed, their voices sharp and guttural, calling the egg a "stone." The air hissed as arrows sliced through it, and the elder staggered, struck, before collapsing on the stairs.

A light-skinned, bald-headed Noxian charged, pushing villagers aside. His dark, broad shoulder pads bounced as he prepared to swing his axe.

I appeared.

A telekinetic force surged, freezing both elder and Noxian in place.

The elder's next move would be to zap the Noxian away, cutting him—and the mountain—in half. I couldn't let that happen. Bard would come, way too soon, and that would complicate things.

"Look at this guy," I said, stepping forward on the stairs. The villagers looked at me, confused and scared, before running down the mountain.

My grip tightened as I passed the frozen soldier.

ZING.

With a swift motion, I pierced his skull. The blade slid in with a sickening crunch, and the metallic scent of blood touched my nose. I pulled the blade out, my steps slow, never losing rhythm.

"Blades are joyful."

My gaze moved to the egg lying in the old man's arms, its surface covered in white silk.

"I'll use it well, Renzo," I said, my voice steady as I took the egg from his hands.

'Heavier than I expected.'

His eyes strained, desperate to convey something.

"Fine. I'll let you speak."

I loosened his mouth.

"Y-You! What are you—?" Blood gurgled in his throat. "If you're this strong, why didn't you—" More blood spilled, cutting him short.

He was fading, his final moments slipping away.

"…Is that all? Must you be so predictable?" I sighed, adjusting the egg in my grip.

"All that annoying talk about balance, and yet, a worthless death."

"There is no such thing as balance, old man. Still, thank you for the insights—God Willow, was it?" My blade blurred—

SWING.

"Just to be sure. Who knows."

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Marching toward the top, my sword rested on my shoulder, the egg cradled in my arm.

'Will Bard show up if I use it?'

Hm.

'He's only cares about taking dangerous objects from Earth—no, Runeterra. He's not someone who cares about mortals.'

"Would the way I intend to use it be considered incorrect?" I muttered to myself.

"Balance. I still don't get it."

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Once at the top, I looked around.

The place was similar to the previous peak, with one exception: a pool of energy surrounded the artifact altar.

"A pool?" I stared at the blue, gaseous energy dancing above the surface. "No. Polished stone."

'…Is it reflecting magical energy?'

I noticed the egg attracted the energy, pulling it like a magnet. The blue wisps swirled, drawn to its surface. The air hummed faintly, and the egg's dark sheen pulsed softly, absorbing the energy in rhythmic waves.

"Oh. The whole thing is a brooder," I concluded. "But who made this?"

Sigh

After sheathing my blade, I sat cross-legged, closing my eyes and focusing on the artifact. Connecting.

Using it directly could be dangerous.

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Moments later, I could feel it.

Energy, everywhere. Not as an abstract concept, but as something tangible, something that breathed, shifted, existed in constant motion. It was like stepping into a different reality—one where the essence of all things lay bare, stripped of physical form.

Colors. Vibrant, endless, flowing like rivers through the air. The air itself was not empty—it carried weight, presence, layers upon layers of unseen forces pressing and pulling in an intricate dance.

And then, something stirred.

A massive presence loomed behind, its form indistinct yet undeniable. A shape that was not a shape, too vast to be contained within the mind's grasp.

A colossal eye snapped open.

Dark, immense, its gaze swallowed everything. The moment I met its stare, a deep recognition settled in my mind. I had seen this before; A draconic eye.

The connection was abruptly interrupted. My head buzzed with pain. But that was nothing compared to what stood before me:

Bard.

An ethereal Celestial being in a self-made corporeal form. A stitched body with wooden-peg legs and a mask-like face. The sounds it made were very distinctive, a low, resonant hum, like the vibration of a distant star.

The egg in my lap had whitened, cracked, aged. All that once emanated from it had vanished. Now, only hollow stone.

Suddenly, my clothes started to burn.

"What is happening—Let me process things first!"

From my wrist, a celestial masterpiece snaked across my arm, through my shoulder to my wrist. Its scales shimmered with an otherworldly light—burning my shirt to rags.

Bard stood, staring at me. Curious? Reflective? I couldn't tell.

'Forget all this. I need to act fast.'

"Hi." I stood up.

"Looking for this?" Holding the egg out, I waited for him to take it.

I analyzed Bard's signal. Extreme focus. He didn't seem to care, slowly drifting forward—like a bouncing balloon. Something about the way he moved, the sounds he made, the shape of the body he created, and my personal doubts made it click.

I could feel something new in me.

"…It worked. Did it really? Ah-ha!" I said, joy covering my face.

'But what has changed? I don't feel the difference, but it's true that there was a reaction.'

"You"

A deep, melodic tone echoed through the space.

"Can you hear me?"

I froze.

Suddenly, countless vibrations, melodies invaded my reality. Pain, pain and more pain.

Sensation, Vision, and now... Magical hearing.

The world had never been silent. I had simply never known how to perceive it.

Now, everything was clear. The wind carried whispers of unseen forces, the earth held weight beyond its form, and the mist wove through energy unseen. As I observed, the truth became undeniable: everything material held a form of energy, always stemming from the four primary elements.

Magic did not appear from nothing—it was converted. Matter to spirit, spirit to matter. A constant exchange between planes.

Then, I heard my telekinesis.

The power I used to move objects was the same that shaped emotions and wills. And in its purest essence, I understood: they too were energy. Different in origin, but identical in form. The energy of will.

In the midst of all this incessant flow of knowledge, a new world revealed itself for me. In the midst of all the pain, Understanding.

I could feel my body defy gravity—floating.

"I see it now..."

The pain ceased, replaced by information that transcends everything I believed.

"..All things hold energy—matter, spirit, and will. Nothing is created, only shifted between forms."

My little wings responded to the influence. A burning heat, like metal heated against the skin.

My recent tattoo shone stronger, the serpentine dragon marked on my flesh squirming like liquid fire as it was sucked into my back—disappearing.

The bones lengthened, the black feathers grew, denser, more defined. Each wing expanded, growing until it reached three times the size of my own body, its light glowed covering the floor below me.

They shone, unstable, as if testing their own limits. Then, slowly, they began to shrink.

The brightness went out as the wings adjusted, retracting to a size close to my own body.

When they finally stabilized, what remained was a pair of black angelic wings with a severe beauty.

"What the actual fu—"