Two hunters, Valmaw, and his fellow Rhino Kaye resisted the first wave of invaders at the temple of Pallas.

Although they fought off the attack with great courage, Kaye was mortally wounded. Heartbroken, Valmao took him to the temple and prayed for the temple's magic to save his life.

But all that was kept in the temple was the curse, and both hunters were consumed by the power unleashed by the Darkspawn. The material that made up their bodies was dismantled and retwisted together to form a new body, creating a perfect body that would carry Varus's soul.

From this temple was born an ultimate creature. His pale exterior exudes the grace of non-humans, half human, half Darkborn. At the same time that Varus was born as an entity, the soul within it began a struggle for dominance.

The spirits of the Humans and the Darkspawn endlessly move from one to the other in this newborn body, each occasionally gaining control of the body, only to be taken over by the other after a while.

Varus desperately wants to settle the resistance of Valmao and Kaye once and for all before he can take revenge on mortals and avenge his race.

But Kaye and Valmao have been trying their best to thwart his evil thoughts, hoping in despair that their love will resist the deepest impulses of the Darkspawn.

No one knows how long Valmao and Kaye will be able to hold off. But if this tyrannical, no-nonsense Darkspawn killer completely occupies this new body.

What is certain is that he will seek out the other survivors of his own race and then reduce the Runeterrae to a scorched grey earth.

Varus walked along a river in the desert. The river water is gravelly and cloudy, but it is drinkable. Although the body he has woven for his longbow is strong, handsome, and swift, it is also accompanied by physical weakness, which makes it hungry and thirsty.

A few days ago, a one-armed, withered, bird-like hunchbacked creature told him that this was Shurima. But he found it incredulous. In Varus's memory, Shurima was supposed to be a barren wasteland.

"Have I been imprisoned for so long," he muttered to himself.

He was disdained by the human noise of the newborn lips. It sounded low and primitive, but at least he was able to speak again.

As for how long he was in captivity, it's hard to say. He had no idea how mortals measured time, and the bird-like creature didn't recognize what he was. She had no idea how old the Darkspawn War was.

"My people have completely destroyed the world," he said. "Nowadays, we have been forgotten, how is it possible?"

Over time, even the heaviest horrors will fade.

The voice echoed in his head and he couldn't ignore it. Which is the voice of Kaye or Valmao

"No race that forgets to gaze into the abyss and is always on guard against the danger of extinction is not worthy of long." Varus said.

We never forget. The voice was Valmeu, Varus thought. What was once horror becomes myth so that we can accept them, understand them without losing our minds.

This is utter nonsense, and Varus will never allow the demise of his race to be forgotten by the world. He was about to speak his mind when he heard a noise coming from the bend of the river ahead;

The shouts of humans, the cries of animals, and the collision of tools with rocks. He darted forward, flashing into the shadows of an abandoned stone tablet, scanning warily.

The newly formed river washed out the ruins of a sunken sand, an ancient structure made up of stone pillars and statues of beast-headed gods.

Yes, that's where the magic he perceives comes from. Ancient magic. This was the magic that the flaming-haired queen used to enslave their race.

It was the magic that imprisoned him beneath the Ionian rocks.

A group of dark-skinned, skinny wolves are busy on the ruins. They're digging into hidden chambers of ruins. Heavy-duty beasts with thick limbs dragged away rocks dug deep into the ruins.

A group of samurai, dressed in cooked leather cuirasses and holding hooked scythes, stood guard on the perimeter of the ruins. Varus grinned, rolled over and jumped onto the stone, bending his bow and pulling the strings as he stood firm.

The crystal's bow bent vigorously, a purple-red glow flickered, and a purple lightning bolt appeared out of thin air.

Why do you have to kill them, this is Kaye. He hated unnecessary killing.

Varus felt his hands tremble, and Kaye struggled to get him to lower his bow.

"Your race has destroyed my people," Varus said, pushing his willpower to hold his aiming hand. "That's enough."

He followed the magical arrow and saw a sturdy warrior. The beard on his chin was braided and the top of his head was shaved bare. He also saw Varus and shouted a warning.

So everyone you see has to die

Varus exhaled, firing the flaming arrow between breaths. The arrow burst through the warrior's heart, burning a round hole in the middle of his body.

He fell to his knees, his mouth wide open, stunned and overwhelmed. The other warriors began to throw spears, but Varus had already moved.

He leapt from the stone tablet and fired fiery blood-red arrows at the same time. Varus ran as he landed, and five warriors were pierced through the hearts by arrows. Three more people were shot down.

A hook and sickle swept towards Varus. He lunged to the side, stood up and shot a pair of scarlet arrows through his opponent's chest. Varus ran, leaped, and dashed through the ruins. The blazing arrows of light burn through the torso of the target with absolute precision.

But for a few seconds. Sixteen corpses were left on the ground, and he hadn't even sweated yet. The mortal soul grieved in his body, and he grinned.

Each death was biting them, weakening them, making their resistance weaker and weaker. Those who were digging the ruined city fled, lost their tools, and ran to the river. Varus let them go.

They don't have to worry about it, and killing unarmed mortals will always provoke rebellion from the two mortal souls in their bodies.

Varus walked into the ruins, his gaze swept over a pair of jackals and crocodile-like statues. The shady interior walls of the ruins are painted with vivid reliefs, and many huge discs glow golden, illuminating a fertile land.

The stone ground is inscribed with a magical character that appears to have been around for a long time, even before the Darkspawn descended on the Land of Runeterra.

"The Seal of Protection. It was once tyrannical, but it has faded. Varus said as he walked past the stone slab engraved with the seal. He came to a place where a huge statue of a serpent-headed god once stood.

A catastrophe caused the statue to collapse to the ground. Behind the ruins is a dark stone chamber.

Varus walked in. The faint smoldering light of the fire in the middle of the stone chamber reflected only the empty stone slabs, blackened and smooth by the ancient flames.

Varus sighed. "Where are you, my sister"