Varus was walking in a deep darkness. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He clutched the torch and made his way down the dark staircase. He didn't know where it would lead, or what the battle between the strange raven man behind him and the woman who controlled the dark orb would be won.

He only heard a voice in the depths of the passage, calling out to him: "Varus...... Varus ......"

He felt that this dreamy whisper must have come from some dark corner. But he found that it was not so, and whenever he lit it with a torch, he always found it empty—

Only the green moss that covered the floor and walls, uneven, like wriggling pieces of flesh in the light of the fire—it was clearly a place that no one had visited for a long time.

Hundreds of years? Or thousands of years?

And the mysterious whisper seems to have appeared in the deeper unknown darkness.

He seemed to feel a gust of wind, and the wind was ghostly, like a cold wind blowing through a barren cemetery, crashing against a stone tombstone, whirring.

The air was cold and damp, and every fluctuation of breath was like the cold fingers of a dead man caressing his cheeks and spine.

The deeper he went into this mysterious cavern, the more he felt a smell of corruption, yes, a feeling that was diametrically opposed to life, like the smell of withered plants.

Could it be that this cave leads to the land of the dead in the center of the earth?

He was amused by his own thoughts, which were nothing more than a legend to coax children.

Those about the kingdom of the dead underground, about the floating garden of the goddess Athena, and the legend of Athena's Genesis. As early as my youth, when I began to know how to use my hands, not prayers, to ask the world for everything I needed, I stopped believing.

The stone stairs come to an end.

Varus also deliberately touched the ground in front of him with his foot, and there was indeed no staircase to continue, and the light of the torch in his hand shook and suddenly went out.

He was plunged into darkness.

The withering aura around them became more and more intense, as if the flame just now had been suddenly extinguished because of this withering aura.

"Varus...... Varus ...... "The whisper sounded again.

Varus hesitated, but since it was so dangerous outside, he had come here again, and no matter how strange the sound was, there was no other way for him.

He threw away the extinguished torch, and took his bow from his body, and a feathered arrow rested on the string, and he did not look strained at all—

However, if you encounter danger, you can be ready to shoot in almost the next second.

He walked dozens of steps in the darkness, the smell of the crypt making him uncomfortable, and then his vision suddenly cleared. He hurriedly stopped his steps so that he did not fall into the pool.

It is a huge underground lake.

The lake water has a faint dark red color, giving it an eerie feel. There was not the slightest flow, and there was no life, but he could be sure that the lake was the source of the withering breath.

What surprised Varus even more was that there was no light source in this cave, but this vast underground lake could be seen clearly.

"Varus ......," the voice escaped from the bottomless depths of the lake.

"Who are you?" He asked with a slight tremor in his voice, his voice echoing through the empty underground cavern, forming a strange ethereal feeling.

He couldn't help but want to touch the lake.

But the strange thought immediately shrank back. After all, the water of this lake is too weird.

But......

There is no road now. His only option was to cross the waterway and find another exit.

He crouched down, still a little hesitant, staring at his reflection on the water, his face looking particularly strange in the dark red water.

He slowly reached into the pool......

It was just an instantaneous thing, the murmuring, like a squirming sound, that exploded in his mind!

"Varus! Varus! ”

He screamed and tried to pull his hand out, but as if he was being pulled by a powerful force, he struggled desperately, but the strange power was far beyond the scope of humans.

He was dragged into the lake, and the cold water seemed to turn into an energy state as soon as it touched his body, constantly pouring into his body. He couldn't breathe, and every inch of his skin was a tearing pain.

He struggled to swim ashore, but was dragged down the bottomless abyss.

It seems that this abyss of corruption swallowed him in one gulp.

The power rushed through his body, and the withering breath brought a sense of despair, and he was going to die here, to be overwhelmed by the energy, or to sink into this underground lake and drown.

He sank to the bottom of the lake, an abyss that was pitch black and did not see the light of day, and the air in his lungs could no longer support it. The water immediately poured into his mouth and nose, brutally broke into his trachea, and choked into the lobes of his lungs.

The dark liquid seemed to be burning in the body.

"You crave revenge, Varus. The crimes of Noxus must be reckoned! ”

That's right, that's right, the abyss that has long since died for this damned task......

All of them died.

Everything that made up his peaceful and serene life!

He closed his eyes, the oath in his heart was as vicious as the lake, and his mind was no longer filled with strange whispers, but his own vow of "I want to be strong, I want revenge".

He felt like he was sinking, sinking, slowly falling into a place of no return......

Until he heard a voice calling him.

"It's time, Varus."

It was a female voice, faintly echoing in his ears.

Varus opened his eyes, he was in a large hall of obsidian and magic crystals, he sat up, subconsciously, put his hand on his forehead, he noticed his body-

His skin had turned light purple, his black hair had turned lifeless pale, and strange magic patterns appeared on his arms, and he clenched his fists, and between the exertions, a light purple light appeared in his palm.

It looks like a legendary demon.

Varus looked up, and saw a woman in a purple and black robe standing high above the throne not far away. It seems to be the woman who stopped the raven demon for him that day.

"This is the power of the Holy Grail of Evil, and now, it belongs to you." The woman continued.

The Holy Grail of Evil? Be...... Athena's Evil Grail?!

Belong only to the legendary item!

"You...... You are Athena, the goddess of creation? ”

Is he really dead? Came to the so-called necromantic realm?

The mysterious woman's lips opened slightly: "The goddess and her legend have long been turned into vain. My name is Sindra, and I am you, and the future owner of this land. ”