Kai stood proudly in the shadow of Noxtola, surrounded by the corpses of the soldiers. Looking at this ironic sight, a smile appeared on his face. These triumphal arches were made of dark stone and were originally intended to show off the power of Noxus and instill fear in those who passed through the gates in order to gain their loyalty. Now, however, the arch has become a tombstone, a symbol of false strength and blind arrogance, as well as a symbol of the dead warriors being consumed and buried by their own fears.

Cain likes the smell of fear. This is his dependence and his weapon. Just as his brothers in the Shadow Stream Sect were proficient in katana and shuriken, Kai Yin was proficient in fear.

After many years, he set foot on the land of Noxus again, and he felt a little uneasy in the midst of the forgotten corpses of the enemy soldiers. Like the pressure before a storm hangs in the air, thirst is released.

Najuri and Kai Cain are both disciples of the Shadow Stream Sect. He held the knife in his hand behind his hand, intending to settle the business and private affairs together. Kai Cain was a little surprised, and Najiuri almost completely hid the tremor in his voice: "Have you thought about it, brother?"

Kai Yin didn't say a word. His hands hung loosely at his sides. He knows that everything is under control. Despite this, he had a vague, déjà vu feeling, as if he had experienced it all in a dream. The feeling flashed by and disappeared without a trace.

A voice rose out of thin air between the two men, filled with darkness and hatred, echoing the painful wails of thousands of battlefields, inciting the two men to go to war.

"Who is the Qualifying Person?"

The strongest disciple under the throne was summoned.

The sect's spies have confirmed a chilling rumor. Nemesis Noxus has discovered an ancient Darkspawn Scythe with the power of any Ionian magic. In the corner of the scythe stared at a scarlet hatered one-eye, tempting the mighty humans to fight it. However, it is clear that no one is qualified to use it at the moment. All who touched it were quickly and painfully consumed by its malice, so now it was being wrapped in chain mail and coarse cloth, and escorted by a legion on horseback to the Immortal Fortress.

Siddharth knew what kind of instructions he would receive. This will be his final trial.

When he arrived in the coastal city of Findor, he gradually realized the significance of his trip. Although it is reckless to fight deep into enemy territory, Cain is not a cautious man. His talent was unmatched, so it was impossible for him to trust Ionia's fate to someone else, so there was no doubt that Cain was destined to accomplish great things.

He had set the trap before dusk came. As the sun set and the horseback regiment appeared far in sight, a puff of smoke and dust kicked up in the orange sky, and he had plenty of time to finish off Noxtola's three guards.

He silently moved through the long shadow of the arch as the first guard began to patrol the area. Kai Yin summoned shadow magic and walked into the black stone wall, as if opening a secret door that was open only to him. He saw the silhouette of two guards, their spears clenched in both hands.

He burst out of the shadowy walls, draining the life of the second guard with his bare hands. Before the third guard could react, Cain dissolved into pure darkness, dissolved into air, and then sped across the gravel path to reappear in front of his opponent. In the blink of an eye, he snatched the guard's head and easily broke his neck.

The first guard heard the sound of corpses smashing on the ground and turned to face Cain.

The Assassin smiled, enjoying the moment to the fullest. "Can't move, can you," he hissed, and once again faded into the shadow of Noxtola. "Fear"

The guard shuddered as he saw his shadow surging up and turning into Cain.

"Now you should run, Noxian. Go and tell them what you see. ”

The guards threw away their spears and ran in the direction of Findor. But he didn't run far.

Another figure appeared, Nakuri, dressed in the same pitch-black coat as Kai'in, leaping from behind Noxtola's high walls and stabbing his katana into the deserter's abdomen. He and Cain looked at each other. "The power of Noxus, self-deception"

"I knew you were impulsive, brother," Cain said fiercely. "But I didn't expect you to do that. They've been following me all the way for so long, just to get my light."

However, there was no time to lecture him, and the sound of the approaching horseback regiment was already close to his ears.

"Najuri, get out of here. I'll settle accounts with you later. If you can survive. ”

The long shadows of dusk hid the bodies, and the corps had almost reached the bottom of the arch before noticing something unusual.

"Stop" The vanguard who was walking in the front shouted and drew his sword. "Decentralized vigilance"

The horseback soldiers jumped off their horses in bewilderment, and Cain saw the goods they were carrying for the first time. Wrapped in chain mail and coarse cloth as he had said, it was tied to the back of a sturdy Fendorsha horse.

Nagiuri never saw patience as a talent. Without a plan, he rushed to the nearest soldier. Cain, on the other hand, always weighs carefully when choosing a target, so he takes aim at the vanguard leader and causes him to fall under his sword.

He looked back at the Fendosa colt, but the scythe was missing.

No. He has long since cut himself off, and there is no room for failure.

"Kaiin" Nakuri shouted as he kept slashing the soldiers. "Behind the Scenes"

In desperation, a Noxian soldier opened the package and released his weapon. The red one-eyed man was fierce and exuded a monster-like rage. The soldier's eyes lost their light and he brandished his weapon viciously at his comrades. Apparently he could no longer control himself, and only tried in vain to throw down the giant scythe in his hand.

The rumors are true.

The soldier's flesh and blood were being corrupted by the power of the Darkspawn, twisting into a ball in agony. Cain summoned shadow magic once more and plunged into the Noxian soldier's body. In a very short moment, he saw the world through the eyes of this immortal being, witnessing the pain, torment, screaming, and wailing it had inflicted for thousands of years. This is the death of reincarnation and immortality. It is evil in its purest form and must be stopped.

He burst out of the remnants of the Noxus soldier's body, the soldier's flesh had long since twisted into a clump of scales, now shattered into countless black shards and crystal dust. All that remained was the Scythe, whose one-eyed eye was now closed. Kaiin reached out, and Nagiuri had disposed of the last of his enemies.

"Stop, brother," he shouted, wiping the blood from his katana. "What are you doing, you see its power, you have to destroy it"

Cain looked at him. "Nope. It's mine. ”

The two shadow stream disciples approached each other step by step, and neither of them would retreat. On the other side of the city's borders, alarm bells began to roar. Time is running out.

Najuri shook the knife in his hand backwards. "What do you want, brother"

At this point, the Scythe spoke to Cain. The voice seemed to only echo in his head, but Nakuri's widening eyes showed that he heard it too.

"Who is qualified?"

Cain summoned his shadow hand, grabbed the weapon, lifted it into the night sky, and spun and fell into the palm of his long-awaited palm. He felt like it was part of his body, as if he had never been separated from it, as if he had been born to wait for it. He skilfully pulled a few flowers, then pointed a knife at Nakuri's throat.

"Just do it."