Legends of Runeterra

Shrouded in furnace smoke, the Immortal Fortress fell into night faster than other areas, and the darkness was deeper.

Outside the thick and solid walls of the Immortal Fortress, at the bottom of the slums, a strange figure wrapped in a black robe, extremely thin, as if there was not a trace of flesh and blood under the black robe, but just a skeleton, was walking slowly among them.

The guys hiding on both sides, intending to make some extra money in the dark, looked away immediately after their eyes paused on the black-robed figure.

Years of experience have taught them that in the slums, the weirder the guy, the harder it is to deal with him.

Money is important, but unless they are desperate, no one is willing to risk their life on a game that they will most likely lose.

Dilapidated roads, gutters full of flies and rats, and...those greedy and cruel eyes hidden in the darkness.

Just like hundreds of years ago when Karsus had not yet comprehended the mystery of life and death, this slum remained as stagnant as water without any change.

To be honest, Karsus felt a little anxious inside.

Now that he has returned home in glory, he really wants to grant these poor guys sweet and eternal peace, so that they can be as happy and carefree as himself, and be able to sing the aria of the beauty of death at any time.

But after only a moment of hesitation, Karsus gave up the urge to grant them the blessing of immortality.

The supreme and glorious Lord who guided him in the dark and freed him from his own hesitation has already given him an important task.

Just follow the plan and let the ruler of the underworld return to the material world. Then, all the creatures on this land will receive the incomparable "blessing" and be free from death, hunger, pain forever...

The soul under the black robe moved silently a few times, and Karsas increased his speed.

When a few bandits who had followed them all the way walked into the alley and looked at the thick city wall at the end of the road, their faces looked grim.

"Damn it, I didn't realize he really ran into something dirty. I couldn't even see his feet when he walked, and his body didn't move at all..."

"Crack~!"

"Idiot, he climbed over the wall and left. This guy is an expert. Let's leave!"

The leading gangster patted his younger brother on the head, turned around and fled first.

In this slum, the one who can become the boss may not be good at fighting, but he is definitely smart and must be the fastest runner in the group.

...

“Hulu~Hulu~!”

"Bang~!"

"Haa ...

Olaf smashed the bowl of rice, which was as big as a washbasin, onto the makeshift table made of wooden boards and burped louder than anyone else present.

"Hahaha~! It's delicious, so cool!

Li En, you are not bragging. Just by giving our chef some pointers, the stew he made was incredibly delicious.

Damn, what I ate before was like something out of a troll pot!"

"Huh? Really?

Olaf, if you have the ability, do it yourself in the future!"

The cook, or rather the warrior who was temporarily serving as cook, who was squatting in front of several large pots not far away, made a friendly gesture to Olaf.

"Hahaha~! I'm just describing it. Do you understand?"

"You'd better shut up, or I'll make sure you get to enjoy the original intestines of your prey next time, so you can experience what 'troll stew' is!"

"Hahaha~! Well done, Chek. I support you!"

"F**k you, Dole, if I had tasted the original flavor, I would stuff the freshest one into your mouth the next moment!"

...

Looking at Olaf and the warriors in the tribe chatting with each other and relieving stress, a smile appeared on Li En's lips.

Suddenly, as if realizing something, Li En turned his head and met a pair of ice-blue eyes.

Hiding his smile, Li En nodded and looked away.

In the distance, Sejuani narrowed her eyes slightly, without any movement, she just put the modified stew in her hand aside, stood up and walked into the tent.

At night, under the rock wall where there was no snow, a number of tents were set up around several campfires.

As snowflakes drifted outside in the cold wind, snoring sounds, big or small, could be heard from almost every tent.

Lying in the tent, Sejuani, who could fall asleep easily in the past, now stared at the top of the tent with her eyes open.

It wasn't because the snoring kept her awake. Years of plundering and fighting had made Sejuani incapable of ignoring the noise.

What really put Sejuani into her current state was a new outsider who joined the team.

Staring quietly at the top of the tent, Sejuani gently closed her eyes, and a gentle smiling face appeared before her eyes.

Slowly, the face became blurred, leaving only a gentle smile.

Then, a crystal clear face as white as solidified fat appeared in Sejuani's mind.

"Ashe..."

In her heart, Sejuani secretly called out the name of her childhood best friend, who was not a sister but was far better than a sister, and unforgettable memories emerged in her mind one after another.

Once upon a time, Sejuani's mother, Kokia, the former Warmother of the Winter Claw, abandoned her for the man who stole her heart all those years ago.

Without the leadership of the Iceborn Warmother, the Winter Claw tribe gradually fell into chaos and decline.

In times of crisis, Grandmother Xijian took over the responsibility of war mother again, stabilized the tribe, and led the tribe to continue to grow.

Although Sejuani tried her best to win Xijian's love, she was never able to meet her grandmother's strict demands.

As the tribe grew bigger, Xi Jian had less and less time to care for little Sejuani.

It was not until the summer came, when little Sejuani came to the Avarosa tribe, the sister tribe of the Winter Claw, that Sejuani felt the maternal love she had never experienced before from the Warmother Glenna, Ashe's mother.

When Sejuani learned that Glenna had defeated Kojia who had abandoned her head-on, she admired her even more.

However, happiness was short-lived. After just a few years, because Glenna questioned whether little Sejuani was properly raised by her grandmother, the offended Sijian severed all ties with the Avarosa tribe.

From then on, Sejuani lost Glenna, who loved her like her own child, and her only friend, or sister, Ashe.

Afterwards, Kokia returned to the Winter's Claw to resume her role as War Mother, and the adult Sejuani challenged her for the position of War Mother.

Although these experiences were full of ups and downs, in Sejuani's heart, they were far less unforgettable than the memories of training, fighting, playing and frolicking in the Avarosan tribe every summer.

"Hoo~!"

She let out a long sigh, slowly clenched and unclenched her hands after removing the armor, and slowly opened her eyes.

Feeling completely unable to sleep, Sejuani stood up, put on her armor, and left the tent.