Cassiopeia leaned against the jagged rooftops and looked down on the winding alleys and crowded streets of Noxus. She didn't care about the cold of the night, and wore only a tulle silk shirt that exposed the junction of her waist, where her delicate skin turned into curved and cascading snakeskin scales.

The smell of barbecue slowly penetrated Cassiopeia's nest, but it could not hide the evil aura of thousands of people living in a ragtag, oppressing and persecuting each other. Fierce venom and saliva mixed together, creating a burning spicy sensation in her mouth. She contracted her tail's broad muscles and twisted the stone, which rolled down the street and fell into the street.

Where the rocks fell, the giant rats scattered and fled. Unkempt street urchins ran from corner to corner, faces in the shadow of hoods whispering, and soldiers stumbling in and out of the tavern doors. Everything is clearly seen by the predators lurking in the darkness above.

Cassiopeia rubbed her claw-like hands against the scales of her lower body, the shadow hiding her snake body. These days, she only goes out under the cover of night. Once, she was also a powerful socialite in Noxus:

As soon as she frowned, the Assassins would immediately act to assassinate her, the low-ranking soldiers would reveal the darkest secrets they knew, and the high-ranking generals would be willing to follow all her advice in order to gain her favor.

Cassiopeia sighed. She was no longer an important voice in Noxian high society, and since that day she had been relegated to this strange abomination of the unsightly.

She has been hiding in the family's underground vault since Shurima's return, frightened by her change in form. She spent weeks alone in the cold, damp chamber, hating her serpentine form.

At the same time, he also mourned the loss of his aristocratic life. Eventually, a growing desire to hunt took over her emotions, and she mustered up the courage to go out and wander the city at night after the whole family had fallen asleep.

Cassiopeia left her nest of refuge as she saw a broad-shouldered soldier staggering out of a tavern, dressed in leather armor and holding a bottle.

Finally appeared, and this was the one she had been waiting for. She followed him from the rooftop, silently brushing over the walls and arches of the fortress, until at last he entered an empty courtyard. It was just perfect. Cassiopeia slid onto the adjacent rooftop, her eyes lit up with the urge to hunt.

Her shadow crossed and staggered with the soldier. He turned around, drunk, and there was no one in his eyes.

"I know you're there! Come out! He said.

Cassiopeia's tail fluttered excitedly. She spat out her forked tongue and savored the air around her. She took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of blood in his body into her lungs, and exhaled contentedly.

"Come face to face and fight me!" He shouted. "I don't want to be stalked like an animal."

Cassiopaia let out an angry hiss. By the time the soldier looked up, she had slipped across the courtyard, wrapped around the branches directly above him, hiding in the shadows.

"You think you're superior to animals, don't you?" She said.

The man turned his head abruptly, trying to determine the source of the sound.

"Why did you get over so quickly?" He said, his trembling voice betraying his feigned bravery.

"Your barbarism is inferior to that of a beast."

He held his breath and slipped away quietly, looking around for a way out. He chiseled hard at every door, and every house was locked. Cassiopeia imagined him wondering in his mind who was chasing him for what.

He drew his sword and turned back suddenly, completely unsure of which direction he should face to meet his threat. "You'd better not mess with me, I've stabbed you to death with enemies who are more difficult than you."

"It's not just enemies," Cassiopaia replied. "I've seen your modus operandi. You're not the only one lurking in the dark. ”

She spat out a bitter cloud of venom, which hit just as she turned around. The man howled in pain, and holes the size of coins burned through his leather armor and into his flesh. She smelled the burning smell of leather and muscles, and was satisfied and refreshed.

The man swung his sword a few times. "Who are you? What are you doing this for? ”

"I've been watching you all along," Cassiopeia replied. "I know what you've done, what kind of person you're like..."

What I did is none of your business.

"I know you murdered children in exchange for dragon lizard meat. I heard that the oil and water are very large. ”

The man tried to pry open the shutter of a nearby window with the back of his sword, but all the shutters were tightly locked with bolts.

"There are also three tavern hostesses," Cassiopeia continued. "Samera, Ilmin, and Lex. Their bodies were found in the river yesterday. Their faces have been so ruined by you that they are almost unrecognizable. ”

She imagined her long claws digging deep into his flesh, savoring the taste of the imagination.

The man was ready for battle. "Don't fight me in the shadows. Show up! ”

"Alright then," Cassiopeia said.

She slid down and stood tall in the courtyard. The man was dumbfounded and in a hurry. Cassiopeia was a head taller than the man, and her eyes looked down with a fierce light.

"Monster!" He exclaimed.

"Monster," Cassiopeia whispered, "is not the worst name for me. ”

She slid to her left and flicked her tail towards the man's underside, easily knocking him to the ground.

Cassiopeia quickly wrapped her giant tail around his ribcage, tightening his ribs tighter and tighter, feeling his heart struggle under the squeeze.

She heard the sound of bones shattering. She resisted the urge and instead of destroying him completely, she loosened the entanglement. He struggled to crawl towards his sword, clutching it in his hand in despair. She really enjoyed the sight and admired his trembling.

She slowly circled around him. He saw her eyes and began to feel déjà vu and gradually recognized it.

"I know your face. It's Miss Cassiopeia! He said. Look at yourself! ”

He slammed the tip of his knife to the ground and stood up.

"You're like me now, chasing drunks in the stinking ditch, aren't you?" The man spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. "We've all fallen hard, haven't we?"

She hissed angrily, revealing sallow fangs hanging with slime.

Cassiopeia's gaze poured into the man's eyes, his gaze coldly imprisoned in the gaze. She began to scream, infused with all her rage; Annoyance at his physical and mental condition, grief at the loss of his aristocratic life, and hatred for the failure of his ambitions. She poured it all out into this high-pitched, piercing wail.

As she screams, her anger is replaced by pleasure. She felt as if she was floating, with an infinite amount of great potential. Every meridian in her body rippled with ancient energy.

A scorching emerald glow erupted from Cassiopeia's eyes. The man's dying panic is fully portrayed, and he has been completely petrified from the inside out. His gaze froze, dimmed, and froze, and his last scream of terror came to an abrupt end, her curse turning his flesh to stone.

Cassiopeia slid over to the stone statue and gently stroked its hard face. The skin that used to be rough and cracked, like a dry riverbed.

"Once, I had to do what he wanted, or do what he liked, or use some other method... Convince others to follow my plan. She said to the statue. And now... Now I can easily take what I want. ”

She swept her tail forward, knocking the statue to the ground. The corners of her mouth were raised, her eyes flashed, and the stone statue turned into a thousand pieces of rubble and dust in an instant.

Cassiopeia's face glowed red, proudly reminiscing about her masterpiece. It was true that her aristocratic life was over, but she had never felt such boundless power flowing through her veins. She glides back to the rooftop, a kaleidoscope of new ideas in her mind.

Her next goal will be a very difficult challenge.

And now, she has a strange feeling.

"Shurima...... Recovery? Bloodline?"

"Hehehe, interesting."