"If so, you don't need to worry at all, because I don't intend to restrict your personal freedom." Hearing this, Faen also reached out to signal that Styraatu was overthinking.
"I don't need all your memories, just some memories about ancient times to determine the potential threats from the Void, and some rather special immortal enemies. And besides this, just a little help when necessary."
Faen said: "For example, when I'm not here, Zaun... or Va'Zaun in your mouth, needs your help to handle some things. Of course, you don't need to personally descend to the battlefield; just sharing your power with some people in Zaun is enough."
"And in return, I will help you maintain the continuation of your reason, and after finding Aatrox, convey your existence and longing to him."
Faen could clearly feel that Styraatu's thoughts towards Aatrox, besides loyalty, also contained love gathered from many thoughts such as worship, reverence, and admiration. But unfortunately, Styraatu was actually a rational person, so she never took the last step.
As for stealing someone else's love... well, Faen admitted sometimes the upper house indeed couldn't beat the lower house, but there were also requirements for Faen's lower house to refute the upper house's proposal.
At least you have to match Faen's aesthetics—and what about Styraatu?
Cursed by Darkin, having completely lost her body in the material realm, burning with flames all over, Faen didn't plan to let his rod turn into a hot dog—although often metaphorically compared to a steaming hot baguette, Faen didn't plan to let the lower house really get cooked like this.
And hearing Faen's words, Styraatu also nodded, then said: "If so... fine, I am willing to help you. Hmm, even outside Zaun, if you have needs you can also tell me, I will try my best to help you. Of course, don't forget to help me pay more attention to matters regarding the General."
Although she spoke quite open-mindedly at first, at the very end, Styraatu still exposed the true thoughts in her heart—craving Aatrox's body.
To this, Faen also nodded understandingly, but in his heart, he couldn't help but recall Aatrox's line: "Aspect of Twilight! You deserve to die!!!"
Have to say, in the field of movable type printing, in the entire League, if Aatrox claims second, no one can fight for first.
Thinking this in his heart, Faen didn't show it, but began to design how to transform Styraatu's power through the spirit realm so that believers in Zaun could use it.
Just as Faen was still studying how the power of the Demon of Joy Ashlesh should control the power from Ascended, on the other side, returning to Piltover after a long time, crossing the mid-level plaza and arriving at Piltover's lower city which was now practically non-existent in function, Caitlyn could clearly feel that although the current Piltover still looked prosperous on the surface, it was completely different from before.
This wasn't a change in the street scenery, but the emotions of the citizens and the spiritual core of the city itself were completely changed.
In the past, let alone facing Zaunites, even if people from ancient empires and kingdoms like Noxus and Demacia came, Piltovians would still maintain their original pride. No other reason, just because they were born in Piltover, and Piltover, which developed Hextech, was undoubtedly the lighthouse of civilization in the entire Valoran continent in their eyes.
But now, as Faen crushed Piltover and the army from Noxus with overwhelming power, all pride originating from Hextech also turned into a panic named "technology is useless."
"These guys, making such a fuss." Noticing Caitlyn's reaction on the side, Vi also shook her head with some emotion and said: "Although I am a Zaunite, to be honest, what's happening in Piltover now is exactly the same as Zaun's past... According to what that guy Vander said, after the Sun Gates uprising, oh, you guys should call it a riot, failed, the entire Zaun was shrouded in an invisible dark cloud. Many people just gave up resistance directly, not wanting to get involved in matters between the two cities anymore."
"Of course, even so, I think Zaun still has commendable points." Vi bared her teeth, saying with a face full of disdain and scorn:
"Because no matter how chaotic Zaun was at that time, no large-scale infighting occurred; instead, order was restored under Vander's command. You may not know, according to the intelligence of the Piltover Wardens during this period, quite a few trade nobles were discussing under the pretext of banquets how to transfer assets, leave Piltover, and go to Noxus, Demacia, or even that bird-doesn't-shit big desert Shurima..."
Hearing Vi's words, a complex look flashed through Caitlyn's eyes.
After all, the fundamental reason why Vi could say this without any psychological burden was that even if Vi was unwilling to return to Zaun due to fear of being emotionally affected by the scene or causing other unnecessary trouble for the now prosperous Zaun, fundamentally, Vi's heart was on Zaun's side, regarding herself as a Zaunite. This led to Vi even feeling somewhat secretly happy after seeing the once high-and-mighty Piltover become this bear-like appearance now. Just taking care of Caitlyn's mood, she didn't express it directly.
But Caitlyn was different. Caitlyn was born in Piltover since childhood, and born in Bluewind Manor, receiving the best education. Under these circumstances, Caitlyn really regarded herself as a part of Piltover. Even becoming an Enforcer wasn't entirely due to family arrangement, but wanting to truly promote justice on this land, letting the whole city continue to prosper.
But now...
Pursing her lips, Caitlyn didn't speak, nor did she mean to respond to Vi. This made Vi seem to realize something and quickly shut her mouth. And after this, Caitlyn quickly arrived at the Piltover Wardens under Vi's lead—Caitlyn wanted to go home immediately, but unfortunately, for the current Piltover, there were more important things than letting Caitlyn go home.
Look, arriving at the Piltover Wardens, just entering, Caitlyn saw a familiar figure.
Sitting on one side of the round table, entering her vision was none other than Camille, whom Caitlyn had met once.