Garen grinned as he followed Ahri deeper into the jungle. He always loved seeing those fox tails swaying in front of him, promising, teasing. Katarina was a strong and beautiful woman, but he was a man, and a man has needs.
"I think this is far enough," he said. Truth be told, he was starting to feel nervous about the dark jungle. The thick brush used to be his domain, the place of countless ambushes launched by the mighty Demacian, but lately...
Ahri turned, still a few steps ahead. She smiled at Garen, beckoned him onward.
"Oh yes, I am ready," she said, swaying backward into the nearby brush. "There's just one problem, my love... I've found someone new. Someone who's soul can feed me all the evil I could ever desire, yet still hold a thousand times that."
Suddenly, Ahri thrust out with a brilliant pink flash of light. It struck a shocked Garen, and he had to be with her. He had to go to her. He knew that it was wrong, that he fought to escape her hold, but his body refused to listen. Slowly, inevitably, his feet pulled him toward her, into the brush.
Garen stepped on the waiting mushroom.
Toxic fumes billowed around him, choking his breath, blinding his sight with green fog, trapping the scalding mist inside his armour. He tried to scream "DEMACIA!", but the mushroom cloud burst into cruel black flame and began to melt away his skin and flesh. All that came out was a choked gasp.
Garen collapsed to the ground. He writhed, struggled, clawed desperately at the ground. He could still escape from the laughing fox woman. Blood was everywhere. It couldn't all be his. No one could live after losing that much blood...
From the nearby shadows, a maniacal and sadistically evil giggle from the trap setter as he claimed another soul. Then all was dark.