Hearing that Faen had seen a vision of her blasting Noxian warships, a smile flickered across Karma's face. However, she didn't take it too deeply to heart; as the wielder of the Eye of Eternity, she knew very well that prophecies were not absolute.
"Sometimes, the moment a prophecy is seen, the future has already changed—this is a truth proven countless times by the past Enlightened Ones, and it is the power possessed by the World Spirit of all Runeterra." Pausing for a moment, Darha cast her gaze toward Faen:
"I do not doubt your ability, but I hope you can reduce your divinations as much as possible. Prophecy itself is a curse; among the past Enlightened Ones, more than one has seen their soul eroded and extinguished due to the backlash of overusing the Eye of Eternity."
"I'll be careful," Faen nodded, then added in a relaxed tone, "Any other advice?"
"Nothing else... do you have matters to attend to?" Karma asked back.
"No," Faen shook his head. "Next is just some rest and recovery, catching up with my teacher and junior sister, and then I'll head out to Fae'lor to deal with Syndra and certain issues regarding the Noxians."
"I see... then let's chat." After confirming Faen had no urgent matters, a spark of curiosity appeared in Darha's eyes. "What exactly did you do in Zaun and Piltover? What is the outside world like? And... what is this 'Hextech' you mentioned?"
It was only after discussing the War Spirit, the Noxian war, the essence of darkness, and Syndra—topics that affected all of Runeterra—that Darha truly revealed her personal curiosity. Even as the Enlightened One, Darha had never truly traveled beyond Ionia.
To this, Faen rubbed his chin and said, "As for Hextech things... I didn't bring any with me. But speaking of which, if you want to experience it, why don't we just go there directly?"
As he spoke, Faen opened a portal to the Spirit Realm.
A portal might look simple, but opening a stable one is no easy task. Such an act of boring a hole between two realms is directly related to the strength of the veil in that area.
Ionia's veil was thin, but Karma's power was immense, and there were ancient spiritual entities like the Spirit of Ionia itself. Before confirming Karma's attitude, Faen hadn't dared to open a door recklessly.
Hearing Faen's invitation, Darha's eyes trembled slightly. After a moment of hesitation, she said, "This... is indeed beyond my expectations."
"So...?" Faen waited for her response.
"If it's only for a short time, it should be fine," Darha took a deep breath. "But it cannot be for long."
"I know, there are many things to handle," Faen nodded peacefully. "Noxus has begun its invasion. As Karma, the burden on your shoulders is heavy."
Karma said nothing, her eyes dimming slightly.
Immediately after, Faen said, "Before I left, I specifically ordered people to research, collect, and organize much of the history regarding Noxus, as well as all military and personnel movements over the past year. I think this will be very helpful for the people of Ionia."
Karma couldn't help but twitch her eyelids, then nodded, saying with a mix of emotion and helplessness, "That is truly... an offer one doesn't know how to refuse."
As she spoke, a strange look filled Karma's face.
Though Karma appeared mature and elegant, her bronze skin radiating health and vitality, her posture was upright and her buttocks perky. Her high-slit robes accentuated her already long, beautiful legs, and the inherited memories of past generations filled her eyes and aura with dignity, elegance, and the sense of having everything under control. From any angle, she appeared as the ultimate intellectual, dark-skinned "big sister."
Karma was indeed that, but unfortunately, Darha was not. In most situations, Darha had to hide her true inner thoughts, assuming the identity of Karma to provide peace to the people.
Based on this, a touch of complexity surfaced in Darha's eyes.
People found inner peace through conversation with her, but few knew that beneath the shell of the Enlightened One lived the soul of a girl named Darha.
Since being brought to the Temple at age twelve, she had studied and cultivated within the vast sea of past memories under the guidance of masters. True, the "Enlightenment" inherited from the past allowed her to master that wisdom and power in just a decade, but Darha herself was not satisfied with knowledge from the past.
Humans always crave to witness the world with their own eyes, to feel and touch the world with their own bodies, rather than understanding it through books or the memories of others... such secondhand understanding only breeds more curiosity.
With this in mind, Darha took a deep breath and looked at Faen with a peaceful expression. "In that case, let us depart now—a quick trip and a quick return."
"Of course." Faen nodded in agreement and reached out his hand. Seeing this, Darha placed her hand in his palm after a brief silence. Without wasting words, Faen led Darha directly through the gateway of the Realm of Joy. Along with the shifting of space, another portal opened. When Faen and Darha emerged, what greeted Darha's eyes was a bustling city entirely different from Ionia, filled with stone walls and brass gear decorations.
The moment they stepped through the gate, the intense feeling of weightlessness from the spatial transition made Darha instinctively fall toward Faen. Faen, showing no hesitation, wrapped his arm around her slender, supple waist and pressed her tightly into his embrace.
Through her thin robes, Darha clearly felt a thick, scorching, vein-ridged giant object pressing hard against the entrance of her already muddy flower house. Before the Enlightened One could cry out, Faen's large hand slid up along the high-slit of her robe, his rough fingertips accurately pinching her clitoris—which was already swollen and engorged from extreme arousal—and began to rub and flick it wantonly.
"Ahhh—! No... not here..."
Darha's intellectual and elegant facade was instantly shredded, her throat spilling a sweet, depraved moan like a bitch in heat. Faen mercilessly drove two fingers deep into her tight, wet tunnel. Accompanied by the lewd, squelching sounds of water, a large amount of stringy, clear lubricant was pulled out by his fingers. Her never-before-explored tight flesh greedily sucked on his invading knuckles; every thrust made Darha's long legs shake violently. When Faen finally withdrew his fingers, Darha was leaning against him with her eyes rolled back, her legs uncontrollably spraying crystal-clear splashes of water.
This prosperity was utterly alien to Ionia's primordial ecology, but it immediately captured Darha's attention. Her elegant face looked around like a little girl visiting an amusement park for the first time, filled with curiosity.
Faen didn't say much; he simply used his Spirit Realm connection to notify Caitlyn, ordering her to bring the prepared materials to his room.