Evening sunlight danced through the canopy, and in the grove’s center lay a crystal- clear pond filled with water lilies. River Spirit Nami sat at its heart, her emerald mane of hair framing a wide smile on her pale face.
A mechanical claw erupts at her ironclad feet, tearing through the dirt towards the rebels cowering before her. Those fortunate enough to survive her gambit find their solace cut short as Lissandra teleports into their midst, beautiful and terrible in all her glory.
While others are bound by the shackles of death, one man embraced the yearning darkness stretching on beyond life’s boundaries. And though he chose to forgo his mortality on the lost lands of the Shadow Isles, Karthus has yet been born anew, and drifts now towards the PBE bearing new-found morbid resplendence.