Hearing Kalan's roar, the Noxian soldiers didn't realize what was happening at first.
In contrast, on the deck, Akali realized she had been compromised the moment she locked eyes with the Kiilash.
"They've spotted me," Akali said, looking toward Faen.
Faen's face showed no concern. He judged the distance and said, "It doesn't matter. We've already left the sensitive zone."
As he spoke, a look of realization appeared in Faen's eyes.
He finally understood why Syndra had been sealed on Fae'lor.
Fae'lor was the westernmost isolated island, and its tactical defensibility was secondary.
Most importantly, its position in the Spirit Realm was at a blurred, ambiguous distance.
This prevented Syndra from absorbing a constant stream of negative consciousness to break her seal.
As a trade-off, while the Spirit of Ionia could sense the area, it could not intervene directly.
According to the lore, the Spirit of Ionia had personally acted to seal Syndra.
It seemed this was one of the consequences of the veil's instability.
Compared to these matters regarding Syndra, the reason Faen felt truly relaxed was different.
Because Ionia had "righteously severed" this area in the Spirit Realm to seal Syndra, Faen didn't have to worry.
Using the power of the Spirit Realm here would not damage Ionia's fragile veil.
With that thought, a surge of wicked interest appeared in Faen's eyes.
He raised his palm, and along with a surge of sea currents, the calm sea erupted into towering, violent waves.
In the terrified eyes of the crowd, the crashing surf battered the coastal rocks.
The warship, which had been approaching at a steady speed, was suddenly hoisted by the tide.
Under the boost of the waves, it traced a massive arc through the air.
In the sight of the Noxians, the entire ship smashed directly into the garrison fortress of Fae'lor.
Gripping the deck railing with both hands, Akali was stunned.
She knew their mission was risky, but she never imagined Faen would be this insane—and this powerful.
No Master in the Kinkou Order could flip a steel warship into the air and hurl it at an enemy camp with a flick of the wrist.
"This is insane! You could have given us a warning!"
Akali looked at Faen in utter disbelief and couldn't help asking:
"With this kind of power, do you really even need our help?!"
"This is part of the Spirit Realm," Faen shrugged.
"In terms of raw power, if the Enlightened One, Karma, unleashed her full strength without restraint—backed by the Spirit of Ionia—she could drive out every Noxian by herself. But ask yourself, has she done that?"
Akali raised an eyebrow, then nodded thoughtfully.
As a Kinkou disciple, she wasn't a total brute; she knew why the Order maintained restraint.
It was just that in the heat of the moment, Akali often wanted to vent her frustration regardless of the cost.
Without the pressure of the Spirit Realm's stability to worry about, a wave of undisguised malice appeared in Faen's eyes.
"Finally, I can let loose properly... take care of yourselves, I'm going to finish them."
As he spoke, Faen's figure vanished from the ironclad in a flash of mist.
Watching Faen disappear, the group left behind didn't know what to do for a moment.
Finally, everyone's gaze fell on Irelia.
As Faen's junior sister, she should know his personality best. Perhaps she knew the next step so they could prepare?
But meeting their eyes, Irelia just looked at Riven.
Riven's eyelids twitched. Knowing Faen's character, she wasn't surprised at all by his behavior.
She shrugged and said, "Don't look at me. I have no idea what that bastard is planning... let's just go out. He loves showing off."
As she spoke, Riven shouldered her greatsword and walked out.
She had been ready for a fight, but now Faen had suddenly stopped controlling his power.
While the reason was unclear, it didn't stop Riven from realizing that the long-suppressed Faen was about to vent his energy thoroughly.
Riven could feel that whenever Faen held back for too long, his eventual release would be exceptionally violent and complete.
Thinking of this, Riven moved her body with a hint of discomfort.
Ever since she started facing her heart and proactively letting Faen "eat her clean," her body's reactions had become more pronounced.
Just the thought of it made her pussy start to throb and go into heat...
But Riven wasn't too worried because she knew Faen's stamina.
Even if he was fighting now, his battles never left him tired; the surge of adrenaline only multiplied his energy.
Since Zeri and the others weren't around, that man would definitely spend the night toying with her.
He would go at it with an intensity aimed at filling her womb until it was bulging with his "liquid"...
Though she was still weak and only relied on absorbing Faen's "nutritional milk" to grow stronger, at this frequency, getting pregnant with his child was likely only a matter of time...
The thought of eventually bearing Faen a beautiful daughter made Riven bite her lip.
That man's "equipment" was too sinful, making her have so many wicked thoughts.
But there was no choice; having felt it personally, Riven knew the pleasure Faen's "tool" brought was something no woman could refuse.
Once you've tasted that unimaginable bliss, there is no going back to the past.
As Riven mused, she didn't notice that Irelia had been secretly observing her "big sister."
Noticing the flash of shyness, indignation, and hidden expectation in Riven's eyes, Irelia's own gaze filled with curiosity.
Outside, meanwhile, Faen appeared directly on the bow.
Looking down at the confused crowd below, he unhurriedly stretched his arms.
A moment later, sensing a faint, hidden scent of illusion magic in the crowd, a smile appeared on his lips—
"Ha. Seems there's an old acquaintance here."