In the early morning, Sasnam enjoys the first rays of daylight from sea level.

It is a free island located between Shadow Isle and Bilgewater.

Because of its location, many gold prospectors who want to venture out to the Shadow Isles spend the day resting here.

As a result, the island of Sassnamu has become prosperous and lively, with a strong commercial atmosphere and an endless stream of merchants.

But beauty and peace are never eternal melodies, and on a day when it should be calm, everything is broken by an ominous atmosphere.

"Look, what's that!?"

The sailor in charge of the lookout exclaimed, and then slid down from the mast to the deck in a panic, and ran towards the captain's quarters.

His actions and shouts attracted the attention of the other sailors, and the crowd rushed to the bow of the ship.

"What a noise, a bunch of guys who want to be lazy." Captain Glo was sipping a fine bottle of wine when he heard the commotion outside, and came out of the cabin swearing.

However, when he reached the bow of the ship and saw the scene on the sea not far away, the scolding immediately stopped.

The sailors beside him had already lost their tools, and their legs trembled with fright, and their faces looked terrified:

"The ship... Captain... That's black fog! We're getting closer! ”

Who doesn't know the Black Mist of Shadow Isle who lives in Sasnam?

Even babies in their mother's womb have heard the story of the black mist no less than a hundred times.

Every year, spring and summer, countless people with nothing but gold in their eyes come to Sasnam to hire ships to go to the Isle of Shadows, and each of them hopes to be the lucky one and hopes to make a fortune.

When I set out, it was full of people, but in the end, only a few people came back alive.

Of course, there are treasures, and those who can come back alive are also crowned with the honorary title of "legendary adventurer".

So the saying spread in Sasnam and the rest of the country:

Legendary adventurers may not be able to come out of the black fog alive, but every adventurer who comes out alive has become a legendary adventurer.

Smack——!

Captain Glo slammed the bottle on the deck, pushed away the crew at the helm with one hand, and turned the direction himself in a fit of rage:

"Damn, you shouldn't go to sea today! Damn, get me your weapons! ”

His voice was almost drowned in the raging waters.

Wow - Wow -

The massive hull turned awkwardly, pushing the murky waters that bound it around it, trying to escape the maelstrom of impending danger.

The black fog swept in faster than expected.

The sky lost its original color, and the black mist spread like a wall about to collapse, and it wailed and groaned in the hope of finding an object to suck into.

Darkness and darkness began to envelop, and the sea rolled violently.

By the time the black fog rained down, the ship had just turned around.

Airplanes!

The ghostly mist quickly collapsed, swept through at a great speed, and the sky was instantly swallowed by a large mouth of a black hole, and the entire hull was included in this huge mouth.

Glo felt a darkness in front of him and cursed in a low voice, his hands off the rudder and towards the pistol at his waist.

After the black fog fell, it was no different from the moonless night, all around was a sticky and eerie black, only the sound of the sea lapping against the hull of the ship made them feel that they were still on the ship, still sailing.

Not only Glo, but the rest of the crew also gave up struggling, wailing and praying in their hearts to take out the weapons they had with them, swords and pistols, all sorts...

It's not that no one has ever thought of jumping off ship and running away, but in such an environment, jumping from a boat will die faster.

Everyone on board fell silent for a moment, holding their breath as they cautiously moved across the deck.

Even though they couldn't see anything but darkness in their eyes, they were still trying to scan their surroundings.

What if... Something suddenly came out of the back?

Bang!

A strange sound suddenly exploded on the bow of the ship, and before the Glo and the others could react, they saw that there seemed to be something more in the viscous mist.

The surging corpse-green light was particularly eye-catching against the black curtain.

"Evil spirits! It's an evil spirit! Someone screamed.

"Nope! How could it be, the Night of the Eclipse had already passed. ”

"Help... Help me! I don't want to die yet. ”

“......”

The crew looked in horror at the corpse-green undead coming up from all directions, and their fingers went crazy and pulled the trigger one after another.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

For a moment, the sound of bullets and boring came and went, and the sparks flew wantonly with fear and panic, some of which ignited the ties of the ship, and some of which were deeply embedded in the planks of the cabin.

However... After the dense gunfire, everyone realized that their attack could not do even the slightest damage to the undead.

The bullets passed through the bodies of the undead without hindrance, and the ghostly dark green flames were still bright and bright, and they mocked their resistance mercilessly.

"No... She's not here... Painful ......"

Faintly, Glo and the crew seemed to hear a voice from the bow of the ship calling for something, low and full of pain.

But then the spirits swarmed up.

The sound of snorting and snorting continued, and the green glow shuttled freely in the black mist.

In less than a few tens of seconds, the bodies of Captain Glo and the others disappeared, but where they were originally located, there were several more undead who looked similar to them, and the trembling death fire flickered in their bodies.

Click-

The mast was broken, the wooden hull began to decompose, and murky waters poured into the holds.

Pistols and weapons were thrown into the sea, some lay cold on the deck, and their owners had no idea of looking for them.

Sailors and captains don't need these guys now and again ...

Once again, the undead turned into a swimming green light, melting into the black mist, expanding towards the nearest island, Sasnam.

The black fog spread and brought endless panic to Sasnam.

No one on the island knew about the arrival of the Black Mist in advance, so no defense force was formed.

Women are drying their washed laundry in front of the clothes pole as usual, children are frolicking barefoot on the edge of the shallows and catching crabs...

Suddenly, one of them looked up at the middle of the sea, and saw the terrifying force that existed only in the mouths of large people.

It was a deep, dark, overwhelming black, like a rising black tide coming at them.

Almost instantly, black shadows swept over their young hearts, the timid children wept aloud, and the older ones ran to the shore with their legs drawn.

The immature footprints remained deep and shallow on the sand, and no one dared to look back at the green fire surging in the thick fog.

That's a sign of the undead's visit, it's a crash from across the island...

The Kuroshio surged ashore unhindered, and the cry was soon covered with a sneering spree, and those immature footprints would remain forever on the shallow stall, and no one would ever give it a vivid color.

Then the entire island city was plunged into an endless, boundless dense darkness.

All the panic and uneasiness were frozen at this moment.

The mother can no longer hear the child's immature voice, the baby can no longer feel the warm embrace of the mother, the wife can no longer wait for the husband who sails to sea, and the sailor cannot remember the warm nephrite on his lap.

It was the first time they had seen the black fog descend on them, and it was the last.

The island of Sasnam, blessed by light and peace, disappeared forever on this day as darkness shrouded it.

Swish!

A long sword that shimmered ghostly green flashed away in the black mist.

In an instant, the island in the midst of crying and panic fell into boundless silence.

Everything has been turned into ruins...

"Isolde, I can feel that we are approaching each other!"

"One day, I'll find you!"

Moments later... From the dilapidated palace of the island nation of Sasnam, Foyego's lamentation of anguish can be heard.

The boundless black fog is spreading outward again...

......

At the foot of the Giant God Peak, the Lakoor tribe.

This is a primitive tribe that believes in the gods, and their greatest dream in life is to be able to climb to the top of the unattainable giant god peak.

Atres was a member of this tribe, and after the soul of the War died, he took over his body again and returned to his former clan.

"It's the same voice again... What the hell are you trying to say!? ”

Atrius sat in his room, his expression slightly irritated and hideous.

For months, since the day he died in the "war", his ears have been surrounded by inexplicable babbles.

It was a voice that he could only hear after he had seen the world of death with his own eyes.

Maybe... It's a call from death.

His will prevailed over death, but death refused to give up and wanted to snatch his soul away.

He once climbed to the top of the Giant God Peak, and he also survived tenaciously when he died in the 'war' with his will.

But in the face of the constant whispering, he could only feel a sense of powerlessness.

The will does not solve everything, even if the "war" left him with a strong body, but he also understands...

There are forces that he can't resist now.

At least... Those stars in the sky, he didn't have the ability to take revenge on them.

Climb the Giant God Peak... It was a scam from start to finish...

Atrius clenched his fists, anger in his eyes.

His best friend Pyras, who had climbed the Titan Peak at the same time as him, collapsed the moment he reached the summit.

And he himself was judged not to be qualified to become a star spirit, but was robbed of his body by the 'war'.

From that moment to the fall of the War, he could only watch as the Star Spirit used his body, and he was controlled to follow the footsteps of the Darkspawn all over the world and seal them one by one.

In the end, thankfully...

The War was defeated by one of the Darkspawns, and he was reborn.

Star Spirit... Scold!

How fierce the faith once was, how strong the hatred is now.

But... He also felt a little confused and empty at the moment.

The "war" that took his body also seems to have been hit hard and almost disappeared.

And the other star spirits still sheltered the various tribes near the Giant God Peak.

He didn't seem to have a reason to attack them.

What's more, he sees what the rest of the tribe thinks...

They still believe in the Star Spirit, and even worship him as a Star Spirit...

In the face of this fanatical belief, he kept explaining that he was no longer the star spirit.

But when it came to witnessing himself driving away the tall Greatsword Darkborn, the others didn't believe his explanation.

What he can do now... It's just to shelter the former tribe and not let him have problems.

"Uh-huh!"

Without warning, Atrius let out a muffled snort.

He suddenly felt a palpitation for no apparent reason.

Suddenly, a green glint flashed in his eyes, and his expression was full of hideousness and tyranny, as if he wanted to destroy everything.

But as he struggled, he quickly slipped away from that state.

He gasped twice, with fear in his eyes.

This is not the first time ...

The incessant whispering, trying to control his mind. And after a long period of continuous acceptance, his resistance became weaker and weaker.

Maybe... It won't be long before he's completely insane...

"No... Can't stay in the tribe..."

He gritted his teeth, stumbled out the door, and ran toward the west.

Atrius was so fast that he was getting farther and farther away from the tribe in the blink of an eye.

At this time, the stars in the night sky seem to be constantly twinkling, or maybe they are communicating something, or maybe they are sending some kind of hint...

Immortal Fortress, Floating Fortress.

Ryan, who sat at his desk, had a dark look in his eyes, and his fingertips kept flashing with a deep blue light.

Tiny runes flickered at his fingertips, as if unleashing some kind of magic.

Sindra next to her seemed to sense something, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a dark magic power was injected into the world rune-green at hand.

After the green flashed, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and her eyes looked at the world map not far away.

The entire Runeterras is a blue-green planet.

And the location she was looking at was right in the northeast corner of Shadow Island, which was also the west side of the Giant God Peak, and it was also... To the southeast of Birgewater and Ionia...

At the same time, on the southeast coast of Ionia, the climate has undergone a strange change.

It was as if some force had intervened in the area, turning the no-man's land into lightning and thunder, winds and storms as the waves rolled.

And in a hall not far from here, a woman dressed in sacrificial service suddenly opened her eyes in horror:

"I saw... Destroy! ”

Her real name was Darha, but in Ionia and the House of Eternity, she inherited another name—

"Apocalypse" Karma.

This is a name that has been passed down from generation to generation, and she is the reincarnation of the previous Karma.

And the previous Karma was reincarnated from the previous Karma.

In short, she is able to communicate those ancient memories of past lives, as well as the incarnations of thousands of generations.

The first term may be traced back to the beginning of the appearance of beings in the firstborn land.

But her essence is nothing more than a young woman named Darha.

She will always be conveyed by the "Ionian Spirit" with some fragments of language, and she can always see some catastrophe unfolding.

But unfortunately, just like the disaster of the Noxus invasion a few years ago, she was powerless to stop it.

Even when she used the power of the 'Ionian Spirit' to destroy a Noxus battleship, it was not the praise of her compatriots, but their doubts.

The monks of the Temple of Eternity believe that she has broken the harmony of the spiritual realm of the land, breaking the equilibrium. And in the future, it may lead to even greater bitter consequences.

Unfortunately, today... She received the revelation of the Soul of Ionia.

To the southeast of Ionia, a man-made storm is brewing. If you don't stop it, it may sweep across Ionia.

She had to do something... Even if it violates the so-called equilibrium.

Not only is she the embodiment of countless generations of Karma, she is also a common member of Ionia, Darha.

Karma stood up, wrapped in a stream of natural energy, and her body moved rapidly, heading southeast.

At this time, Atridus, who was speeding on the sea, suddenly frowned, and rushed towards the direction of the north.

In that direction, something was attracting him.

No... Maybe not to attract him... Rather..."he"!

Half of Atrice's eyes were already dark green...

It was also at this time that the stars in the sky suddenly twinkled for a moment.

But that's all there was to it, and there was no other intervention, and it soon returned to its usual appearance...

They just hung high in the air, silently watching the development and change of events.