Orion was also facing the onslaught of Kemuri Juu, thinking the sees Eron. Only to always end up punching the air, and being shot at. Until he finally decided to use his Titan's Timber branch, at first he started swinging wildly but he came himself down.
He used it to try hitting Eron from his back, but he didn't hit anything. But what appeared to be strange to Orion was that the force of the wind generated by striking with a branch could clear the smoke. Even if it's for a little amount of time until the smoke is compact again, he had discovered the weakness of this brutal attack.
'Ahh, I see. The smoke could be washed away by the wind, I have got to tell Lys this. I'm sure he's having trouble,' Orion couldn't escape from the grasp of Bakken, so hoping Lysander defeats Eron was the only way they can win right now.
"Hey Lys, you have to find a way to clear out the smoke with some wind. Clear out the smoke!!." Orion yelled out his lungs, in hopes of reaching to Lysander.
His friend however was still struggling with being unable to hit his opponent, and this was getting on his nerves. He could hear the screams of people who got shot by stray bullets, but still unable to locate Eron.
He heard his friend's voice, he nodded his head and then crouched down a little. Both his hands were touching his knees, the right hand on the right knee and the left hand on the left knee as well. He readied himself to inhale as much air as he can, and then he released it.
Lysander was a talented young fellow, he could hold his breath for 5 minutes. So the force of his exhaling was equal to the force of breathing out for 5 minutes straight, but he couldn't clear all the smoke. He shifted to his left, and leaped forward with his fist ready. And he made contact.
POW! THUMP!
Eron was hit, but he disappeared into the smoke. Orion could hear Lysander hitting something, 'He connected, and with his strength that bastard must have felt it.'
The smoke that Lysander blew out started to come together again, but this time it wasn't moving at the fast pace like it did with Orion for Eron was getting weaker.
Eron growled in huge pain and anger, that those who were weak behind a certain level passed out. Those who didn't, started to see things they could not comprehend.
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The city of Piltover, often referred to as the City of Progress, is a vibrant and progressive metropolis located on the continent of Runeterra. It is perched on a series of cliffs overlooking the ocean of milk white clouds, providing breathtaking views of the sea and the bustling trade routes that pass through its massive sea-gates.
The city is renowned for its architectural marvels, blending intricate designs with advanced technology, showcasing the ingenuity of its inhabitants.
The skyline of Piltover is dominated by towering spires and grand structures, each a testament to the city's commitment to innovation and artistry. The buildings are adorned with intricate carvings and vibrant murals, and the people there have a rich cultural heritage. The streets are lined with bustling marketplaces where merchants from all over the world gather to trade goods, ideas, and inventions.
In this bustling city of Piltover, where innovation and ambition intertwine, Eron Heimer was born into a family of renowned inventors. His father, was a brilliant engineer, and his mother, a gifted alchemist, and they were celebrated for their groundbreaking contributions to Piltover's technology and magic.
From a young age, Eron was surrounded by the hum of machinery and the scent of alchemical experiments, which fostered a deep fascination with the world of creation.
When he was just ten years old, a catastrophic accident occurred during one of his father's experiments. He was attempting to harness a new form of energy, one that promised to revolutionize Piltover.
One day, Eron's father sent him to the academy to get some things he would use in his experiment. However, as Eron was just about to arrive at the academy his father received a call.
The call was simply instructions and a reminder for him to hurry the experiment up, and so he did. However, a critical piece that Mr. Eimer told Eron to get at the academy was still missing.
While Eron was running as fast as he can to take the missing piece to his father, when he approached the gate he was stopped in his tracks by what happened next. Due to the missing piece and the experiment being sped up, this was the worst miscalculation of the year. And that led to an explosion that devastated his parents' workshop, claiming the lives of both his parents in an instant.
Eron was left standing amidst the ruins, his heart shattered and his world turned upside down. In the aftermath, Eron was taken in by his uncle, a distant relative who had little interest in nurturing the boy's talents.
Instead, he was often neglected, forced to fend for himself while his uncle drowned in his own grief and resentment. Eron's once-bright spirit dimmed as he grappled with the loss of his parents and the isolation that followed. He found solace in the remnants of his parents' work, spending countless hours in the debris of their workshop, piecing together their unfinished inventions and trying to understand the science that had taken them from him.
As Eron grew older, his obsession with invention became a double-edged sword. He poured every ounce of his energy into mastering the art of creation, driven by a desire to honor his parents' legacy.
However, the pressure to succeed weighed heavily on him. He became increasingly isolated, pushing away potential friends and mentors who tried to reach out. The brilliance that once defined the Eimer name began to morph into a neurotic obsession, as Eron sought to prove himself worthy of this great lineage.
His relentless pursuit of knowledge led him to experiment with dangerous technologies, often crossing ethical boundaries in his quest for power. Eron believed that if he could finish his father's experiment, he could somehow bring his soul at ease or at least prevent others from suffering the same fate.
In his darkest moments, Eron stumbled upon the concept of Kemuri Juu, a technique that allowed him to manipulate smoke and create illusions. It was a breakthrough that promised to elevate his inventions to new heights, but it came at a cost.
The more he delved into this power, the more he found himself consumed by it. The smoke became a metaphor for his grief and it was an ever-present reminder of what he had lost and what he could never reclaim.
As he once tapped into Kemuri Juu when he was 16, Eron's mental state deteriorated. The illusions he created were not just tools; they became a refuge from his pain. He began to lose touch with reality, often unable to distinguish between the world he crafted and the truth of his existence. The smoke that once represented his parents' legacy now shrouded him in a veil of sorrow and madness.
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Lysander was shocked by what he had just saw, but he didn't understand any of it. Orion on the other hand realized that those were Eron's most painful moment, and that this power of his is too dangerous since it's even consuming him.
"Lys, you must get out of this smoke right now. Things are about to take a turn for the worst, this bastard can't control this power of his! Damn it all," Orion finally broke free from Bakken's grasp, who now has his right hand completely shattered due to Orion hitting the same spot countless times.
He ran towards the direction his friend was, and he found him standing in the same spot he was after hitting Eron. As for Eron, he was now floating in mid air at the centre of his Kemuri Juu. Orion held the hand of his friend, "We have to get out of this, right now."
Lysander didn't move an inch, but he spoke. "Ori, you saw what I saw as well didn't you?" Lysander turned around to look at his friend straight in the eyes, and Orion could see that he was about to say something that will put them in a dire situation.
"Yes Lys, those were his memories."
"Then you know that somebody caused him this, it wasn't his fault." His look turned into a fearsome one as his forehead showed his veins popping out, "I'd rather die than let somebody die because someone wanted it to happen, we have to save him Ori."
"Tch, no way you idiot. You would just die going close to him, we have to leave right now."
"Ori, if you want you can go. But you just need to know, that I'm saving that man whether you approve or you do not. And I've made up my mind," Orion could now see that his friend meant it. He showed a little smurk on his face, "I guess I have no choice, let's do this brother."
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The royal guards finally docked in Bloem, they were now headed straight for the Exchange Circle.