A cold wind was whirling. On the entire island of the White Royal Palace, save for the forever unchanging meteorite flow surrounding it, it was just a wide and empty wasteland.
The Void Crystal with a dark golden hue had already become a part of the island's scenery.
"I seemed to have miscalculated the outcome of this battle," The White King's voice sounded from outside the crystal.
Garen looked at the figure that suddenly appeared outside blurrily through the crystal. Without a care for his image, the White King sat down on the floor cross-legged.
