For a game, skins might just be decorations. But having arrived in the game world, these skins became a part that Faen had to consider.
The reason was simple: the Skin Universes in the League of Legends universe would project onto the main universe. Even saying, some skins were originally part of the main universe timeline. For example, the Sentinels of Light series and the Spirit Blossom series were both parts of the League of Legends main universe timeline. Of course, this didn't mean the settings of the Skin Universes were necessarily more powerful. Fiddlesticks was a good example.
Fiddlesticks, in the League of Legends main universe, is the oldest demon and the first of the Ten Primal Demons. It is the projection created in the spirit realm at the very first moment life was born in this world, the moment consciousness felt fear towards this strange world. It is the primal source of fear for all things. Similarly, all fear provides power to Fiddlesticks. Even if those disasters weren't caused by Fiddlesticks, they would still provide power to it.
In this regard, Ashlesh is the same. It can draw power from any joy. Unfortunately, after getting high and being taught a lesson by the gods of the Celestial Realm, the current Ashlesh only relied on the power of its essence to remain undying.
But in any case, this proved the power of Primal Demons like Fiddlesticks. It was precisely based on this that for these existences who were already very strong in the main universe, their expressiveness in Skin Universes was often quite average.
For example, Fiddlesticks in the Mecha series was just an unpretentious war robot. Besides that, Surprise Party, Spectral, and the like were even less worth mentioning. Placed in the main universe, they were at a level that could be crushed with one hand. Only the Star Guardian series was okay; at least in the setting, it was also an ancient source.
Similar to this was Aurelion Sol, the Star Forger. The settings in the Skin Universes looked cool, but in reality, they couldn't compare to a single hair of the Creator Dragon God in the main universe.
But for mortal heroes like Riven, it was completely different.
Apart from Riven's Crimson Elite skin, which represented a part of her military career, whether it was Valiant Sword, Dawnbringer, or Broken Covenant, the enhancement of her power was not just a little bit. Especially Dawnbringer; in the setting, she was one of the primal gods of that Skin Universe. Placed in the main universe, even if she couldn't arm-wrestle with Aurelion Sol, she was at the level of combat power of Bard, the Wandering Caretaker.
And even if this kind of high-tier Skin Universe projection couldn't be realized, the Spirit Blossom series in the main universe timeline was equally adaptable—one only needed to attend the Spirit Blossom Festival in Ionia. For Faen, this wasn't a problem at all.
Hearing that Faen focused on Riven's own potential, combined with the fact that Faen seemed to possess the talent of prophecy, LeBlanc fell silent for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Since you know Riven's talent, then you should be able to guess, I am never generous... What do you prepare to exchange with me?"
"You seem to have some kind of sickness."
Hearing LeBlanc's words, Faen shook his head somewhat puzzledly and said: "Did my speaking to you nicely here create some strange misunderstanding for you? Making you feel you have the qualification to threaten and manipulate me? Or do you think your current shell is enough to support you exerting full power, able to kill or take Riven away without my permission?"
While speaking, Faen waved his hand lightly and slowly. Immediately following, just like Riven being bound on the ground by pitch-black illusion chains, streams of high-pressure water wrapped in storms formed almost in an instant. Even if LeBlanc's defensive magic gave an early warning, restricted by Emistan's own strength, she still couldn't make an effective and timely response.
In just an instant, those long whips of flowing water directly tore apart the armor on Emistan's body. Streams of flowing water cut deep into the flesh, dragging her entirely to the ground. Located under dozens of streams of flowing water, let alone resisting, even squirming became a luxury for Emistan. To this, LeBlanc also frowned slightly, because she found even her own consciousness became exceptionally slow. There seemed to be a huge delay when controlling Emistan's body. Not only was control difficult, but even severing the connection became incredibly slow.
Realizing Faen's purpose for doing this, LeBlanc also fell into silence.
To this, Faen just walked slowly to LeBlanc's side, then squatted down looking at LeBlanc and said: "Our transaction was unequal from the very beginning, because you don't have what I urgently need. While the knowledge and intelligence I master are what you crave."
Saying this, Faen also patted LeBlanc's face—well, Emistan's.
And LeBlanc maintained calmness and indifference from beginning to end, just looking at Faen without saying a word.
Seeing this, Faen let go of his hand, and subsequently, the touch of flowing water binding Emistan's body disappeared completely. Looking at LeBlanc climbing up from the ground, Faen said calmly: "So, you can go back and verify it slowly now, the Death's Hand cult in the lower layers of the Immortal Bastion. Hmm, remember to also think properly about whether you can create some needs for me. This is good for you; after all, I also hope my intelligence can sell for a high price."
"I will." Silent for a moment, LeBlanc also took a deep breath. Subsequently, the expression on her face changed from calm and silence to an elegant and dignified smile once again.
"I also don't hope my partner... no, I should say my trading object, can completely manipulate me during the transaction process. Believe me, as an immortal, I will definitely be able to prepare the things you need, and then let us start a more pleasant and in-depth transaction."
As her voice fell, LeBlanc also glanced at Riven behind her, a trace of pity flashing through her beautiful eyes.
"Being valued by you like this, it seems the potential in Riven might be even greater than I imagined. But this can't be helped; after all, people who can read the past and future are few and far between. Any one of them wouldn't easily give up a good seedling worth cultivating... Hmm, may Riven become the witness of our friendship."
Hearing this, Riven's eyes were splitting with rage, struggling as if wanting to say something. But unfortunately, that illusion chain also jammed her mouth, leaving her only able to emit bursts of helpless, meaningless low roars.
And after saying this sentence, LeBlanc left Emistan's body.