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Disoriented incarnate, Talon stalked through the streets in a relative daze. Shock, no where to be seen upon his aloof visage, was still ever present within the twisting of his gut. It’d all been so simple, where had he gone wrong? Kill the Demacian official, then get back to the pressing matter of finding his adopted father. Only problem was, one moment he was on the road, the next? His attention peeled through the semi-busy street he’d found himself upon. It was all so.. alien. Buildings loomed about, carved from concrete, built by those who’d mastered this strange reality. The belated sigh that stung his lips was enough to rouse his acute senses back into action. Someone had to know more, why he’d been spirited away when his family so desperately needed him.
The Noxian’s cold gaze scoured the sea of faces, eventually spotting a pair of horns caught betwixt locks of crimson. Surely not. His gaze narrowed harshly, mind already working on possibilities he hadn’t even given the time of day. Even still, he had to be sure. Step one of completing a mission was to prepare for the journey at hand. Though he wasn’t one to skip through this valuable operating standard, he decided to move onto the information gathering phase. Talon casually ambled his way towards this strange creature, eyes blank, yielding not even a hint of emotion or intelligence. “You.” His voice rang out, a harsh lilt to it. “What is this place? Who leads your kind, demon?” The well muscled man stood before the red-clad man, eyes focused in an inquisitive manner. His azure cowl was still present upon his frame, armored leathers interwoven with his infamous garb. Whether this world was a construct of the void, a ring of hell, or perhaps a world rune ripping Runeterra asunder, he would soon find out.