They were all waiting.
No one moved.
No one even approached the center of the garden. Even the devils and liches, so often the first to ignite conflict, remained still.
"We'll just have to wait and see... Nevertheless, it's surely going to be a bloodbath with everyone here ready to fight." Simera kept ready.
But Emeros had other ideas.
In the memories of Kyros and Noxus, Calaminus once told tales of men called detectives. Brilliant minds who could deduce the nature of an entire crime from a single footprint, or even a hair. Emeros was fascinated by that. He had since trained his mind to observe, deduce, and question.
"Then let me try..." he muttered to himself.
"Let's solve this."
His eyes narrowed as he crouched lower, letting the eerie, thrumming pulse of the branch guide his stillness. His senses sharpened. Sight, sound, and intuition were all used.
"There is only... one Truth." Emeros relayed the famous line of a small, bespectacled detective in Calaminus's memories.
