Darkness… It nulls the senses, obscures reality, and inspires fear in the bravest of champions. In itself, an endless expanse. When one stares into darkness, they see the realm of infinity; cold, featureless… merciless. The realm of darkness can be visited in ones dreams, when summoners sleep the magical residues left on them can eject the soul, and send it to this alternate reality. Those who do travel into Darkness learn that it has a face. A face devoid of features, lacking in emotion. Summoners who travel here see the Infinity. Then they see the eyes, yet only for a fleeting moment; cruel, murderous eyes of a predator. The thoughts vary, imagination trembles, creating torturous nightmares, voices call out, asking for whoever is there to identify themselves… The only response takes the form of dual blades, seeking out the warmth of flesh, to rectify the injustice and make all cold again in… Darkness…
Years have passed since Nocturnes imprisonment. Years of Nocturne’s own eternal nightmare. Only summoned by the most daring of summoners, Nocturne’s mind was the most difficult to share. His utter hatred for their continuing lives and his murderous hunger for their magical energies, all of this had to be endured. But now Nocturne needed the summoners. He has a chance. The foolish head summoners had proposed a tournament in which the victorious summoner and champion would be granted one wish each. Nocturne knew what it was he wanted. He wished to be free of the chains that bound him, he wished to be free of the League.
Summoner Thurak examined the notice addressed to him by the Institute. The rules were simple, there was to be a series of matches. Ten summoners could participate, there would be one battle on the Rift and then a series of five one on one battles on The Proving Grounds between the summoners of the ruling team. The prize? For Thurak it would be ultimate power… He just needed a suitable champion…