Five years later…
By the edge of the Scarlet Snow Mountains, at the peak of an abnormal rugged mountain.
The snow was piling up and the cold wind was brewing strongly. On top of a small snowy mountain, Garen sat by the edge of the cliff with his legs crossed and both eyes closed. Behind him, not far away, was a snow-white miniature Flying Ship with the number 15 clearly printed on the outside.
Whiz!
A ray of red light shone suddenly. Garen opened his mouth and a red glow shot out to encircle his body once before darting completely into his nostrils.
"Begin!"
He commanded in a low tone. A translucent pyramid, the height of a human then appeared before his eyes. On top of it was a dense flow of statistics and formulas.
The strange pyramid floated slowly before Garen; the statistics on it moving non-stop while beads of sweat were forming on Garen's forehead.