The Glory of Noxus.

The southern tip of the Ionian Islands.

In the area near the Guardian Sea, an ancient island surrounded by the sea is inlaid on the long coastline like a pearl.

At the edge of the island, the steep mountains serve as a natural barrier to protect this land.

From a distance, these mountains appear slightly dilapidated, as if they had experienced a catastrophe.

It is a deep mark left by the Noxian Empire after it invaded this island.

Even though the mountains have endured the baptism of wind and frost, those traces have not been washed away, as if telling future generations about that tragic history.

At the majestic peak of the mountain range, a temple stands alone.

The traces of time are engraved on the dilapidated walls, telling of the once prosperous atmosphere.

Because it was once the most sacred place on the island——

Temple of Pallas!

But now, the mountain road leading to the temple has long been broken, and mossy stones are scattered all over the ground.

Every time you move forward a certain distance, you must be very careful to avoid falling off the cliff.

Along the way, you can often see dried crimson traces, which are either deep or shallow, telling of the fierce battles of the past.

Whoops! Whoops!

Suddenly, a biting cold wind blew up.

It carried a hint of blood, passed over the broken mountain road, brushed past the ruins of the temple, and made a shrill whimpering sound.

It was like the dead souls were crying out for the brutality and carnage brought by the Noxian Empire.

The dim starlight fell, swaying in the wind, and soaking the dilapidated temple on the top of the mountain.

Faintly, in the backyard of the temple, one can see a desolate ancient well standing, covered with mottled marks.

Not far from the ancient well, on the ground covered with crimson autumn leaves, a figure was sitting cross-legged alone.

In the dim environment, the lowered face could not be seen clearly, only the long snow-white hair was scattered, covering the seemingly thin body.

身体

Pale and inhumanly graceful!

Part of it is human, and part of it is darkin, like the intersection of two worlds, creating this body.

The cold wind blew, and the long white hair danced.

In the dim environment, a pair of strange eyes with white light blinked, like the bright stars in the sky, flashing with a deep breath.

"Sinners must suffer!"

A figure with long snow-white hair woke up half asleep, and just by opening his mouth, the temple was shrouded in a layer of mysterious energy.

"Mmm, the restlessness of the immortal heart!"

"Is it the void, or the sun?"

The figure with long snow-white hair felt the immortal heart in his body suddenly shake slightly, his brows furrowed, and doubt filled his heart.

The sun once gave him strength, but in the end it was the void that gave him his home!

The figure with long snow-white hair seemed to be thinking about something. Just as he was about to get up, he found himself firmly connected to the ground as if fixed in place.

Inside the pale body, someone was pulling his soul, falling into endless darkness, unable to extricate himself.

"Ionians, where do you get your strength from?" A deep, disembodied voice echoed in the temple.

"From each other, till death do us part!"

He asked and answered himself.

But the voices at the end were obviously different, as if two people were answering the question together, decisively and firmly.

"You are too eager for redemption!"

The figure with long snow-white hair lowered his eyes and looked at the purple mark at the position of his heart.

In the hazy light, two different but determined faces stared at the figure with long snow-white hair.

"Virus, you were once a human being, so why don't you also long for redemption?"

Verus looked calm, his eyes falling on the purple-red longbow in his hand that had accompanied him for a thousand years.

"It's impossible. I can only go to a higher place!"

His tone was heavy, as if he had experienced all the sufferings in the world and gone through all the ups and downs in life.

"Valmao, Kai, stop bothering me!"

"I don't need humanity!"

Varus murmured in a low voice, and a purple glow appeared on his pale and strange body, as if he was an evil ghost crawling out of the abyss, exuding a smell of corruption.

He suppressed the chaotic thoughts in his heart and slowly stood up.

Her long snow-white hair draped over her shoulders, revealing the headband on her forehead. The red gem embedded in the headband reflected the starry sky and refracted her peaceful face.

It makes Verus look even colder and more mysterious.

The shirtless body was engraved with ancient purple marks, and the palms were slightly twisted, like a monster from the void, with a cold and sharp feeling coming over him.

Virus walked slowly to the edge of the Temple of Pallas and looked down at the high mountain of Pallas below.

The majestic mountains meander across the earth like a group of dragons, and the red plants covering the mountains infect the mountains, looking as bright as blood.

The bitter cold wind whistled past, bringing with it a cold touch and endless sorrow, stirring the mind.

Verus closed his eyes, letting the cold wind blow across his pale cheeks, feeling the biting cold.

In a trance, the sounds of war echoed in his ears.

It is the collision of iron against iron, the shouts of soldiers and the neighing of war horses.

He seemed to be on the battlefield again, feeling the blood-boiling atmosphere.

At the same time, the roars of the cursed monsters also sounded in my mind, full of anger and madness, as if they were going to completely swallow up the world.

"Shurima!"

Varus opened his white eyes and looked towards Shurima.

No matter what he looks like now, during the days of ancient Shurima, he was a model of loyalty and honor.

At the end of the Icathian War, although Varus' hometown was far away from the cursed land, it was still attacked.

The other guards left their posts to defend the surrounding villages and towns, but Varus stayed alone in the temple.

Every arrow shot was accompanied by his heart-wrenching roar.

Because he chose to stick to his oath and not return home to protect his family.

When the messengers of the Ascended Legion found Varus, they saw him kneeling among the corpses of his enemies, meditating solemnly.

It is said that his icy gaze can unsettle even the god-warriors.

And Varus' only desire to survive was to seek revenge on Icathia and the Void.

Varus sensed something and looked back at the core of the Ionian Islands, his brows slightly relaxed.

"Did you feel that energy fluctuation as well? Rhaast!"

He still didn't understand how the Shurima Empire won the most brutal war in the world, nor did he fully understand how the empire finally fell.

Therefore, Varus wants to find all the surviving darkspawn, just like Nayafili did in the past, and lead them to explore all the secrets behind them.

"I will travel the world and awaken my fellow darkspawn."

"And you, Valmao, Kai, stop stopping me!"

"Although the three of us are independent, aren't we three souls of one body?"

Verus looked towards the purple heart and vaguely sensed the compromise of the other two people. He couldn't help but tightly grip the purple-red longbow in his hand.

"Yes, that's how it should be, we are the arrows of punishment!" He chuckled softly, an elegant smile appearing on his pale face.

“We are”

"Virus!"

Ionian Islands.

Itoura River, Balue Province.

Even though the war had ended long ago, the landing site at the mouth of the Kinuura River was still covered with traces of blood, like deep scars engraved on the land.

The water from the Guardian Sea continuously flows into the Yipu River, trying to cleanse the river with its purity and clarity.

However, the blood color in the river water seemed to be deeply rooted and could not be completely washed away.

As night fell, the mouth of the Yipu River was shrouded in thick shadows.

These shadows dispersed with the reflection of the stars in the sky, like terrifying monsters, slowly moving along the broken river bank and swallowing up the light.

There is a saying circulating among the famous Shadow Sect.

After every killing, the shadow became darker.

This is the bad reputation that the Shadows have created through their killings.

The thick shadows near the river bank now looked as if they were created by a series of massacres, and they were terrifying.

Buzz!Buzz!

In the shadows that were so thick that they were almost touchable, two rays of light of different colors suddenly lit up, one red and one blue, cutting through the darkness.

"Noxus' power is a joke!"

A cold and crazy voice, filled with ridicule and disdain, broke the silence of the night.

As the voice fell, a tall figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

He carried a black sickle on his back, the sharp blade flashing coldly in the dim light, revealing a terrifying murderous aura.

The tall man was wearing a pitch-black coat, the lapels of which swayed gently in the wind. His long black braids fell down behind him, seemingly blending in with the surrounding darkness.

His footsteps were light and silent, like a ghost walking in the night, and he came to the broken bank of the Yipu River.

The river water had long since turned dark red, and the strong smell of rust filled the air.

The man stood on the broken river bank, his eyes penetrating the blood mist, staring at the blood-stained river.

He saw his young comrades, the Ionians, and even some Vastaya, all of whom died in this landing battle.

"Kayn, there is a mission."

The shadow behind the man surged, and a figure also wearing a black coat appeared.

Seeing that Kayn remained indifferent, a hint of anger appeared in Nakuri's cold eyes.

In the Shadow Cult, few people dare to treat him like this.

But ever since Kayn joined the Shadow Stream, Nakuri found that the position he once was proud of was crumbling.

He was a little uneasy and jealous!

Buzz!

Kayn slowly turned around, and the black sickle cut through the darkness, pointing at Nakuri's throat.

"Nakuri, are you still not used to failure?"

Nakuri subconsciously held his breath, staring at Kayn in front of him, and his trembling eyes fell on the black sickle.

A single red eye was embedded in the sharp blade, as if looking at him hungrily.

“This evil weapon”

Nakuri suppressed the anger in his heart, and the horrific scene of the sickle devouring the enemy's flesh and blood vaguely appeared before his eyes.

"The Shadow Sect needs you to carry out an important mission related to the Balance Sect."

After saying that, Nakuri stopped talking and retreated into the shadows.

Kayn stood still, his eyes cold and deep as he stared at Nakuri in the shadows.

"Are you just going to give up on this delicious food?"

A crazy and hoarse voice came from the black sickle in his hand, and the blood-red single eye blinked gently.

"Fury is in your hands, let it go and enjoy the killing!"

Kayn retracted his sickle and stopped looking at Nakuri. Instead, he lowered his head slightly, and a familiar figure was reflected in his red and blue eyes.

"He is my mentor's right-hand man, not your food."

"Your mentor is indeed a good parasitic target, but unfortunately, the power in his body is not simple." The blood-red one-eyed man whispered.

"What were you doing just now? Are you recalling the past?"

"Haha, this reminds me of your desire to live. Hmm, it's ridiculous."

"Tell me, Rhaast, what is the reason you asked me to come here?"

Kayn did not answer, but reached out and stroked the sickle, which was a part of his body.

Looks like a weapon.

In fact, it is a living scythe, a darkin.

The black sickle called Rhaast and the blood-red single eye were dignified, looking across the Sea of ​​Watchers towards the Shurima continent.

"I smelled death a while ago!"

"No, that's not right, to be exact."

"It's the sun, and the void!"

“They are recovering and coming back!”

When Kayn heard this, his eyes narrowed and the red and blue light became brighter.

He understood who Rhaast meant by "they", as they had shared this knowledge when the two had become one.

"He noticed it too!"

"Who?"

"Virus!"

Kayn's heart moved, he was very familiar with the name of Varus.

During the Ionian War, the Cult of the Shadows fended off the invasion of the Noxian Empire and were well aware of all the heroes that popped up.

Varus, with his own strength, repelled several attacks by Noxian Empire warbands on the Pallas Mountains and killed many Noxian soldiers.

Successfully defended the Ionians in the villages and towns near Mount Pallas.

"His strength is not simple." Laast's tone became more serious.

In the battle for the Sun Bloodline, Varus killed countless powerful and renowned men with his extraordinary archery skills.

He is a lonely and cold-blooded killer.

Even if Rhaast planned carefully, he might not be a match for Varus.

"What do you want to do?" Kayn heard Laast's fear and asked with a frown.

"Look at you, you are my master now!" Laast said with a smile.

"Do you want to complete the mission first and then go to Shurima? Or do you want to go immediately?"

Kayn fell silent and said no more.

But his actions gave the answer.

In front of the mouth of the Ipu River, Kayn's gaze left the blood-red water and fell on Nakuri.

The competitive guy who once competed shoulder to shoulder with him now seems a little lonely.

“Fear is your shadow, you wrap yourself in it.”

Nakuri clenched his fists. He should not have argued back after his defeat, but thinking of their mentor

A master who taught them how to hide in the shadows.

He still responded dully: "Born in the shadow, die in the shadow!"

“That’s what you always say, Kayn.”

Kayn, who was about to leave, suddenly smiled when he heard this.

He raised the black sickle in his hand and waved it at Nakuri.

He had made up his mind and was ready to set off for the Shurima continent after completing his mission.

As his power grew, Kayn felt his destiny was sealed.

Either tame the Rhaast in your hand and make it bend to your will;

Or, Rhaast will devour him, paving the way for the destruction of Runeterra.

But Kayn believes that one day, his power will even surpass that of his mentor.

Lord of Shadow Stream·Jie!

But now, he had a mission to do.

With Rhaast.

Take care of those annoying guys from the Order of the Kinkou!