Later, the hunter was wounded by a bow and arrow, and Ahri felt that his life was slipping. Her instincts led her to devour his gurgling spirit, and she gained the hunter's scattered memories—the death of a beloved in battle, the children waiting at home, and a strange land of steel and rock. She found herself able to pry the hunter's emotions from fear to sorrow, from sorrow to joy, and she enveloped him with beauty and warmth, and he died in a sunny and grassy scene.

Intrigued by the lives of hunters, Ahri never felt so energized and traveled to other parts of Ionia in search of more humans. She likes to savor the joy of playing with her prey, manipulating their emotions before grabbing their spirits. She has tried different visionary dreams, from beautiful days to primal longings, and occasionally to poignant sorrows.

She revels in memories that don't belong to her and immerses herself in other people's lives. Through stolen memories, Ahri sees their prey swear allegiance to the Temple of Shadows, pay tribute to the incarnation of the Sun, explore the song-speaking bird Vastaya tribe, and experience unheard of mountains. Brief but delicate fragments of memory gave her a heartache and happiness, and she fell deeper and deeper, even mourning the tragic death of the Ionian villagers at the hands of the Noxian invaders.

Later, a memory tells of a terrifying legend about a demonic demon fox, and she is shocked. As she grabbed more and more spirits, she became more and more empathetic to her prey, and therefore felt guilty about her hunting. She feared that the legends about herself were true, that she was really a cruel monster. But as long as she doesn't eat for too long, she will feel her strength slowly fade and she will start eating again.

Ahri tried self-control, grabbing only a fraction of the life spirit, enough to absorb one or two memories, but not enough to kill people. Her attempt was successful, but it was short-lived, and she was tormented by endless hunger, and soon she succumbed to temptation and feasted on the sleep of all the inhabitants of a coastal village.

This wrong thing torments Ahri, she can't forgive herself, and a deep sadness makes her doubt her true nature. She hides in a cave in the forest, isolated from the rest of the world, hoping to control her cruel desires. A few years later, she reappeared, now determined to experience every taste of life with her own eyes. Although she may occasionally indulge and enjoy the essence of life, she has always resisted the urge not to devour the whole life of others. The twin gems were Ahri's only clue to her roots, and she began to search for her own kind. She wants to live her life and stop relying on borrowed memories and strange dreams.

The market smells of incense and rotten vegetables.

Ahri wrapped his cloak around his nine tails and fiddled with his twin sunstone tokens in his hands, trying not to pay attention to the strong smell. The two stones tumbled and jumped between her fingers, then pressed together in perfect fit. The individual stones are shaped like flames, but the clever carving allows the sharp spikes to bite into each other to form a perfect orb. The golden stones had been with her for as long as she could remember, but she never knew where they came from.

Although Ahri has arrived in a new and unfamiliar environment, the magic lurking around her is whispering, making her feel at ease. She walked past a stall filled with dozens of baskets filled with all sorts of small items. There are smooth and round pebbles, seashells engraved with nautical legends, dice carved from oracle bones, and other novelties. But none of them resemble the style of the token in Ahri's hand.

"Would you like a piece of a jewel as blue as a clear sky?" asked the gray-bearded merchant. "If you want, a little blue bead will only cost the price of a crow feather, or a jubi seed. I don't pick. ”

Ahri smiled at him, shook his head, and walked on, clutching the pair of Sun Stones in his hands. She passed a variety of stalls and vendors, one bed filled with thorny orange vegetables, a child selling a fruit that changes color according to the weather, and at least three vendors shaking incense tin cans, each claiming to have found the most esoteric method of meditation.

"Fortune telling!" a young woman was cried, her eyes the color of lavender and her chin rounded. "Find your true lover and use burdock root to dispel calamity. Or if you want to leave the future to heaven to decide, I can also answer your questions about the past. However, I would advise you to divinate yourself if you are in danger of being poisoned. ”

In front of the stall stood a tall cat-eared Vastaya, about to put a piece of spicy shortbread in his mouth. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, and stared at the soothsayer warily.

"The answer is no, you're free this time," she said as she greeted him, then turned to face Ahri. "Oh, looking at your face, there must be a dark and mysterious past. Or at least some wonderful saga too. Do you have any pressing questions for me, miss?"

Through the heavy scent of smoke, Ahri smelled a smell of wet fluff and strong leather from the woman's neck, and she stopped talking.

"Thanks, no need," she replied. "I'll go shopping again. ”

"I'm afraid I won't find a second pair of Imero stones in this market," the woman said, nodding her head at the Sunstone in Ahri's hand. "The only pair is in your hands. ”

The back of Ahri's neck shuddered, and he couldn't help but take a few steps closer. She was secretly vigilant in her heart that she could not be carried away by the excitement. "Do you know these things, and where do they come from?"

The woman glanced at Ahri.

"I think it's the Emero Stone," she said. "I've never seen it with my own eyes. The amount he did in his life was minimal, and most of them were broken up during the war. A peerless rarity, no doubt about it. ”

Every word she said brought Ahri one step closer.

"I'm Xiyan, fortunately. The woman said.

"Do you know where to find this craftsman?" Ahri asked.

Xiyan laughed. "I don't know. But if you're willing to come in and talk about it, I'd like to know everything. ”

Wrapping her cloak around her shoulders, Ahri excitedly followed the soothsayer around the stall and into a caravan with four walls decorated with animal skins.

"Tea?" said Xiyan. "It was just made this morning. ”

She poured two cups of tea, the color of plum wine, and began to sip one herself. Her tea has a bitter oak bark flavor and is wrapped in a heavy honey flavor. Xiyan stretched out a hand to take the Sunstone, but Ahri still held on tightly.

"It seems that they have a special meaning for you," she said with a pouting smile. "Don't worry, I don't want to sell stolen Sunstones. It's detrimental to the reputation of the girl's family."

"Can you tell me where they came from?" Ahri asked, carefully handing over the stone.

Hi held the stone up to the light and looked at it.

"It's beautiful. She said. "I didn't expect them to fit together so perfectly. It's like no other. ”

Ahri didn't say a word. Curious, she stopped where she was, staring intently at the woman.

"Legend has it that there was a sculptor named Imero who specialized in collecting fossilized lizard eggs that had been in the dust for thousands of years and carving them into intricate shapes. In those ancient times when lizards lived, the Sea of the Ghetto had not yet turned into a desert. Today, the lizards are all fossilized and dusty. ”

Hi Yan coughed, and Ahri noticed that her breath was mixed with a sour tone, as if she had just drunk strong vinegar.

"Imero stones are small parts that can be embedded in larger statues," she continued.

The woman placed two golden stones in front of Ahri and shook them.

"Just as your past has left you with mysterious clues, these two stones may also have other parts that can be combined to form another shape. No one knows what will turn out of your search for your roots. If you can find the rest of the parts, you might have a surprise. ”

"It's all pretty words. Ahri whispered, her eyes still fixed on the woman.

After a moment of silence, Xiyan chuckled. "A hint of authenticity, a hint of self-creation. The solution woven by the diviner must be seamless. ”

The woman pulled out a hunting knife from the cupboard.

"And I've woven just enough answers to keep you interested and stay here," she said. "Wait for the medicinal effects of the tea to paralyze your muscles. ”

Ahri let out a low growl between her lips. She was going to tear this woman to shreds. She tried to pounce, but her limbs wouldn't listen. She was imprisoned in place.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be that way, miss. I just want a tail. Many potion recipes are available and invaluable. I guess so. I've never seen Vastaya with a fox's tail. That cup of tea will relieve the pain and also stop your ...... Action. ”

Hi Yan wraps a bandage around one of Ahri's tails. Ahri tried to resist, but she couldn't move.

"You're going to wake up tomorrow and feel like nothing happened. The woman said. "Well, you'll have one less tail. But do you really need to use all nine?"

Ahri closed her eyes and began to touch the magical energy field around her body. There was a lot of mature magic that could be harnessed in the environment, but she couldn't absorb it due to the effects of that cup of tea. So she turned to Xi Yan's mind, because it was easier to cast here, and then she took advantage of the situation.

Ahri opened his eyes and met the four eyes of Xiyan. Hija's lavender-colored eyes were now dim violet.

"Hey," she said. "Come closer. I want to see what the person who teased me looks like. ”

"Yes, Miss," replied Siyan stupidly. Her voice was empty and weak, as if it came from a deep well.

She leaned forward, her face just inches away from Ahri. Ahri began to inhale, pumping the woman's vital spirit out of her breath.

...... Xi Yan was a little girl, hungry and afraid, hiding under the market stalls. The sound of two men arguing came from above. She returned empty-handed, and today's mission was not completed......

Ahri continues to absorb Xiyan's life, savoring the memories of the most primitive emotions. These memories felt plump and full in Ahri's mouth, and the taste of each emotion made her linger for a long time.

...... He gave fortune to a veiled witch doctor and was rewarded with a copper coin. She bought a loaf of bread with copper money and devoured it......

...... In a dilapidated tavern, a group of people are playing cards loudly. A man with eyebrows like a butterfly stakes a golden Emero stone, and Hi Yan silently watches everything in the dark......

...... Hiyan's eyes followed Ahri in the market. A fox tail peeks out from under the cloak. She introduced the Vastaya into the caravan—

That's enough.

Ahri paused, her mind swirling with a newfound amount of energy. Every memory she stole from Xiyan's mind was accompanied by energy infused into her weak muscles, dissolving the toxicity.

Ahri regained her strength, shaking her limbs and stretching her tail in a shudder. Each tail is as numb as if it had been pricked by countless needles.

Xi Yan stood in place, his eyes wide open, confused, but alive and well. Now, it's her turn to wake up tomorrow morning and feel like nothing happened—just a few inconsequential memories missing.

After learning about the woman's life, Ahri's anger subsided. She stroked the soothsayer's cheek with her hand, then wrapped her cloak around her shoulders and stepped out of the caravan back to the sun-drenched market.

Xiyan will not remember her, nor will she remember this encounter. But Ahri learns a name from this transaction, Imero, and a man's face with eyebrows like butterfly wings, which is deeply imprinted in her mind.

The land of Ionia is full of unspoiled natural beauty and native magic. This sprawling island is dotted with human settlements, a group of spiritually imbued people who seek a peaceful, harmonious, and uncontested life. There are many sects and societies in Ionia, each of which follows its own (often conflicting) doctrines and philosophies. Ionia is self-sufficient and reclusive, and has mostly remained neutral in many wars on Valoran over the centuries – until the invasion of Noxus. This brutal invasion forced Ionia to re-examine her place in the world. What measures it will take, and what its future will hold, is unknown. But whatever Ionia's choice, the fate of Runeterras will be changed by it.

"If you look vicious, you'd better be vicious. ”

~The Thorn of Outliers

Both the Sect of Balance and the Shadow Fist titles have been abandoned by Akali, who is now a loner and ready to be the deadly weapon her people need.