August 2016 Earth time, Runeterra, the waters off the southernmost Shadow Isle of the Overwatch Sea.

Thousands of years ago, when the Ruined King was imprisoned by the Warden of the Locked Souls. Hammerstone's bewitchment, after that accident.

This independent and unknown island of Fuguang became a shadow island filled with shadow undead creatures on that day.

From that day on, the black fog that obscured the sky replaced the previous beauty of the mountains and rivers, and the ghosts of the dead who were wailing all the time replaced the people who lived on this island before and longed for peace and tranquility.

Millennia have passed, with the annual Soul Eater Night Fog harassing Bilgewater, southern Ionia, and the eastern part of the Reckless Jungle.

In the current Shadow Island, there are countless undead living in it, and it has become a country for the dead and a forbidden place for the living.

On this day, in the sea area outside the Shadow Island, a man in a black robe suddenly appeared on the sea.

It was a human being with a definite entity, but at the moment he looked at the sea under his feet as if it were flat ground, and walked on it unaffected.

The undead hidden in the vast black mist, in the face of this sudden living, naturally did not sit idly by, and followed their instincts and rushed towards the black-robed man.

A terrible howl rang out in the thick fog, and they were instinctively driven to use their weak necromantic magic to try to deprive the living of the soul of the living in front of them.

An undead with a glowing green light even burrowed directly into the black-robed man's body from the front, and quickly emerged from his back.

Even after experiencing such an attack, the black-robed man's body was still as usual, and he didn't even tremble at all.

Silently, he raised his hand to grab both sides of the hood covering his head, lifted the hood and threw it behind his head, and a handsome, white cheek leaked out.

A breeze blew slowly, driving the golden hair on the top of his head, revealing the true face of the black-robed man, who was none other than the god of death of the Styx civilization and the former tutor of the Super Divine Academy. Cal.

Seeing that the bright and clear eyes looked around, the undead who were rushing towards him, Carl muttered softly with a look of surprise:

"Is this the legendary magical civilization? It's strange that a group of information carried by the remnants of brain waves after the death of a human being, mixed with so-called magic, can have such a spectacle? It's also quite interesting! ”

After finishing speaking, a blue mane flashed in Karl's double pressure, and a powerful electromagnetic pulse erupted from his body, and as the blue shock wave spread, all the surrounding undead disappeared in an instant.

After doing this, Karl set his eyes on the coastline of the Shadow Isle in the distance, and a smile of interest tapped at the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself:

"That's it, but... What brought me here? In such a world... Who are you? ”

......

Go back to March 1, five months ago.

Carl didn't know how many times he was sorting out what was going on in his head, even though it seemed cumbersome and boring.

But for him, only by constantly revisiting and sorting out the knowledge in his mind can he find details that he has not discovered before.

Carl remembers that he had read a book about his behavior as "refreshing".

After reading that sentence, Carl felt that these four short words were very suitable for his behavior of constantly reorganizing his knowledge.

At the moment when the earth time jumped from 23:59:59 on February 29 to 0:00 on March 1, Carl, who was writing something on his notes with a quill, suddenly had a voice in his heart.

More strictly speaking, it was a calling and a desire, a feeling that reminded oneself that it was time to let go of everything and follow this feeling to find.

Only by finding the source of this feeling, as long as you have experienced a "ritual", can you become perfect, and you have the ability to pursue the thing you want most.

It was under the guidance of such a "thought" that Carl did not even have time to inform his subordinate Snow and embarked on a search journey alone.

And finally came to the land of runetimes five months later, and the moment he entered this planet, the feeling in his heart was even stronger.

When he reached the sky above the Sea of Watchers and looked at the vast black fog beneath his feet, he knew that he was only one step away from the source of that feeling.

Through the dense black fog, the first time Carl set foot on the coastline of Shadow Island, he was already accustomed to seeing the undead in a spirit state, and he saw an entity at first sight.

The figure was very slender, wearing heavy chest armor and shoulder armor on a dark red robe, and its arms were protected by bracers.

Under the tall crown-like helmet was a long withered gray-white hair, a face as thin as a skeleton, and a pair of eyes that shimmered blue-green were staring at him.

Obviously there is a world of difference between his appearance and his own appearance, but for some reason, Carl looks at the undead in front of him, but he still has the feeling of looking in the mirror and looking at himself.

After taking a few steps forward again, he came to the front of this "person", suddenly turned his face to the other party, and after carefully observing it for a long time, he said softly:

"It's strange, why do I still feel my own shadow from you, even though you are different from me? Do you feel that way? Karsus! ”

"Yes! ... Cal! There was no expression on the face of Kartha's skeleton, but the blue-green halo in his eyes flickered, and he continued:

"I can feel that you and I seem to be seeking the eternal beauty that will be born after the end of life."

Karthus's voice seemed hollow, and despite the oppressive space they were in, the undead's voice seemed seductive and beautiful.

After hearing this, Karl, who shrouded his body under the black robe, tilted his head and straightened it, and then said with a smile: "Yes, you and I are walking on different paths, but we are pursuing the eternity of this world!" ”

"But...!"

Before he could finish speaking, Karl suddenly stretched out his hands to hug the undead in front of him, and continued in Karthas's ear: "We need to be inspired by each other's paths, what do you say?" ”

Hearing this, the halo in Kartha's eyes flickered again, and then suddenly settled down again, and after inserting his staff into the land next to him, he also hugged Carl with his backhand, and the hollow voice sounded again:

"We... Different means to the same end!!!! ”

As this roar sounded as if it resounded throughout the Shadow Isle, countless black mist and souls began to surge, and they wrapped the hugging Karthas and Karl together, and some unknown transformation began.

A few minutes later, when the black mist surged again, they were no longer concentrating towards the center, but scattered in all directions.

When all the black mist and the souls of the dead had dispersed, a man wearing a crowned high collar and dark gray metal armor with the face of Karl the Bearer appeared.

A pair of bright, death-like eyes turned slightly to look at the staff at his side, and Karl grabbed it.

At this moment, the god of death of the Styx civilization has inherited the land of rune. The origin of Karthas, the singer of death, became the only "god of the underworld".

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