It didn't take long for the Sky Battleship to dock silently on the Shadow Island, the huge battleship standing firmly on the sea, and a dark blue glimmer appeared on the hull, preventing the invasion of the black fog.

Stepping out of the command room and standing on the deck, looking at the island covered with black fog not far away, Seraphine stretched:

"Here again, teacher, will you come with me this time?"

"I'll stay on the ship, and you'll be on your own for all exploration." Grad said.

"Okay, then..."

Seraphine glanced at the yodelers sitting around playing cards, and understood that they hated the atmosphere, so she shook her head helplessly:

"Looks like I'm the only one."

Retracting her gaze, Seraphine's expression slowly became serious, and she walked to the bow of the ship, her figure fluttering, and the black mist around her slowly gathered towards her, forming a black-green stage below her.

Shadow Isle isn't just Foyego's home turf...

Stepping on the new stage, Seraphine flew straight down.

When she stepped into the ground, the black mist that had been building on the ground for years receded to both sides, revealing the corpses that had been hidden for an unknown number of years below.

Seraphine sighed softly, leaning down slightly, her immature palm caressing the white bones below.

Traces of black-green mist drifted out of the bones and converged on the ghost's cloak outside of her.

After the mist drifted away from the bones, the white bones seemed to have lost their meaning of existence and dissipated into ashes.

Seraphine made her way along, stopping and clearing the way.

The area on the edge of the Shadow Isle is very quiet, and most of the corpses along the way are former explorers, who have only just landed on the island, and they have died at the hands of the wraiths, and many of them have even their souls devoured.

And the resentful spirits that originally roamed the edge of the Shadow Isle, perhaps because they were taken away by Foyego, are almost nowhere to be seen.

It took me an unknown amount of time before Seraphine met her first target who needed her attention.

An ordinary explorer's wraith.

The glowing wraith of a dark green glow stood not far from Seraphine, rusty sword in hand and dressed in explorer's clothing.

Even though he had been dead for many years, he was still looking to the left and right as if he was alive, as if he was looking for a treasure worth exploring.

When he saw Seraphine again, the wraith pounced on him without hesitation, with a fierce and excited look on his face, as if he had found the most delicious meal.

But the closer he got to Seraphine, the more painful and dull his expression became.

When he was so close to Seraphine, his whole soul froze, and he stood in front of her, his expression blank as if he were a hollow shell.

“lagabiig... (That's it...)"

Seraphine whispered, her little hand raised, stroking the Explorer's Wraith's forehead.

Her palm could feel the cold chill emanating from the other person's soul, a resentful spirit that had lost all its warmth, only negative emotions, and could only do what was in front of her.

As if sensing the temperature on Seraphine's palm, the explorer's wraiful expression slowly became vivid, and the mouth simulated by the soul power opened slightly, and finally slowly made a smiling face.

"The First Evolution"

The moment the wraith struggled to make a smile, the soul power wrapped in his body began to disintegrate, and all the majestic soul power poured into Seraphine's ghost cloak.

With a smile on her face all the time, Seraphine gently withdrew her hand and flipped it open in front of her, writing the name "Noins Ritter".

Noyins Ritter, a legendary explorer from Piltover, drank the strongest wine of Freljord, explored the tombs of Emperor Gushurima, crossed the oldest primeval forests in Ionia, and finally ended in the Isle of Shadows.

With these memories firmly in her mind, Seraphine stepped forward again.

Along the way, in addition to those bones that couldn't even leave her soul after a tragic death, she gradually encountered many resentful spirits who had survived for a long time.

Each of them had left a certain legend in the Land of Runemur, and today, these legends that have disappeared into the dust of history have been opened one more chance because of Seraphine's intrusion.

"Lyne... Sith... Wade... Three great scholars of Fuguang Island..."

Watching the three strange spirits in front of her slowly dissipate, Seraphine muttered the names of the other party.

The form of the soul is ever-changing, and after thousands of years of changes, even the earliest group of souls cannot retain their original form, and they have changed more or less.

It's like a three-headed wraith made up of three scholars, they were originally three different people, but because of the curse of time and ruin, the three souls came together to form a new wraith.

This resentful spirit has no memory of the past, but only persistently flips through the tattered books, as if this is the only way to prove that they once existed.

"Hey... What are you doing? ”

At this moment, a lazy voice came from next to Seraphine.

Following the prestige, Seraphine saw a short man half-slumped on the ground.

The height of the opposite side is familiar to her...

Yodelers!

Alive!

"Hello, my name is Seraphine!" Seraphine said kindly.

"Hey, bad luck. Why can you be so optimistic, Vex doesn't want to talk to you. ”

Vex lay lazily on the ground, revealing a loveless appearance.

"Vegas... What a good name. Seraphine smiled, "Why are you here?" ”

"Cut... I should ask this sentence... I like it here..."Vex said and felt wrong, her brows furrowed: "Wait, why should I answer you." ”

According to her previous personality, it is impossible to say more.

But today, somehow, she subconsciously wanted to talk to the girl in front of her.

Oh, the black fog is above, this girl is poisonous!

Vex shrank back imperceptibly, her eyes flashing with vigilance.

Damn, I don't want to talk, but... Didn't want to leave either.

She seemed to be engaged in a battle of thoughts for a second, but soon, she lay down without any burden.

Forget it, how about love.

"Loved it... Do you like black fog? ”

Seraphine smiled at the corners of her mouth and waved her small hand into the distance.

The black mist in the distance seemed to be called, and it swooped straight in this direction, finally enveloping Vegas.

Wrapped in these ethereal and quiet black mist, Vex let out a comfortable groan:

"Oh, this feeling of not feeling is very good!"

Wrapped in a black mist, it was like staying in a coffin for Vex. He could barely see the outside world, could not hear sounds, and had a near-dysfunctional sense of smell and touch.

This nasty feeling, she likes it so much.