On a small island in the middle of the ocean.

The island, which should have been home to a hundred and ten people, now looks deserted, and at a glance, it is full of traces of decay and corrosion, and there is no life in sight. In the dark, it looks like an island swallowed up by darkness.

Mist drifted on the island, and there seemed to be occasional flashes of dark green fire.

And in the center of the island, there is a church.

The church was shrouded in black fog, but light could be seen flickering from time to time, accompanied by deafening gunshots.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Lucian's form weaves through the wailing souls of the island, the islanders who have long since become cursed demons who have been robbed of the right to die.

It was his duty to send them on their way.

The muzzle of his gun continued to shoot out clear light, exploding on one evil spirit after another, and the sparkling light flickered, but it did not reduce the bloated, hideous black mist that shrouded him.

In the chorus wails of countless souls, a laugh was surprisingly piercing. Lucian turned, his twin guns holding steady the approaching fog.

He could feel his heart beating faster, his teeth clenched unconsciously, and he raised his two guns and fired forward, the clear light dispersing a path in the black mist.

Soon, he saw it.

At one of the gaps, a shadow slowly emerged in the black mist, its body exuding the purest malice in the world, and the horned head was surrounded by emerald green flames. Pete's chiseled joints felt like a burning pain, as if vengeful-hungry spirits were tasting his suffering.

He exudes a very gloomy aura, like a demon in hell.

The necromancer in front of him was wrapped in an old black robe, and the rusty key on his waist scraped against the edges. It held a corpse-draining lantern in its hand, which shook with its chains attached. From time to time, there were moans of grief coming from inside, as if containing an infinite evil longing.

Hammerstone!

The name flashed through Lucian's mind, and the hands holding the two guns couldn't help but clench, and his eyes gradually became serious.

Sure enough, it's here!

Hammerstone was standing there at the moment, with a young woman at his feet.

The hook slashed into her body, stripping her soul away, leaving her struggling in excruciating pain. Her face turned pale, and the old lantern began to burn, and the Warden of the Soul Lock lifted it up and began to light up.

The woman's lifeless body collapsed to the ground—a new soul was ushered in in the prison.

Lucian knew that it was too late for him to save the woman, just as he had watched his love be taken away in the same way.

But now, it's different.

He was preparing for this day all the time, and he didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past, so this time, even if it cost his life, he wanted to take her back.

Hammerstone saw Lucian and laughed, "Hunter of the Shadows, we miss you so much, and I'm afraid you've long forgotten the taste of frustration. ”

He tapped the lantern as he spoke, "Her soul is brightened by your presence, bringing hope and giving her a little respite from her suffering. ”

Lucian's eyes fell on the lantern, the prison emitting a strange glow, and he clenched his guns and waited in silence.

"Well, there are consequences to failure," Hammerstone laughed. "Let her pain sweeten all the more. Hope, like an innocent child, rushes to the rocks. ”

Lucian's mind suddenly flashed back to the last encounter, the first time he had lost so completely, and he felt so powerless.

Soon, he dispelled the thoughts in his mind, and his gaze remained as unwavering as before.

He won't fail again.

"Do you know what her deepest fear is?" Hammerstone said. "Suffer endlessly, with you."

The glow of the lantern changed, the eerie green diminished slightly, and he felt her trying to reach out and embrace him—a warm and disembodied way that belonged to the soul and the memories.

Lucian.

Her voice warmed his heart. Hammerstone was right, Senna could feel it whenever he approached. With each encounter, she seemed to get closer, as if she was rebelling against the torture of the hammerstone. The moment he stepped onto the island, the two sensed each other.

The lantern vibrated in the hammerstone's hand. The dazzling brilliance swirled and tugged inside, as if to break through the prison. Hammerstone chuckled disdainfully as he watched the movement in the lantern.

Now is the time!

Lucian finally waited for his time, and with a flick of his arm, he threw a special flashbang hidden in his hand.

"Buzz!" With a bang, a flash grenade exploded a silver cloud in midair, and at the same time, the dust swirled up in mid-air and landed on the lantern.

Visible to the naked eye, the halo on the lantern began to fade little by little.

Almost at the same time.

"Bang!"

Lucian pulled the trigger, and the bullet accelerated towards the lantern, the piercing gunfire piercing the crumbling halo and hitting the iron cage.

The lantern flickered, and for the first time, the fire of purification slammed at the door of the ancient prison.

Hammerstone was furious and threw the lantern to his side, but when he wanted to do something, Lucian had already rushed to close quarters and shot again.

A two-gunner, who actually wants to fight in close quarters.

Hammerstone did notice the change in Lucian, and his resolve was stronger than ever.

In the constantly flickering gunfire, Rao is hammerstone could only dodge, dodging the bullets that were poured with pure light.

Just being hit by those flashing bullets would cause a slight tingling sensation in his soul.

He's actually quite annoying.

But it can't be helped, he lost his body a long, long time ago.

His eyes flashed with strange demonic fire, and bursts of heart-rending wails came from the black mist he brought around him, followed by immortal ghosts, which attacked Lucian in one after another.

Lucian's face was grim, his body spun like a dance, and the blazing white light continued to vent in all directions, almost lighting up the entire church.

The wails of the ghosts continued to sound, and the black mist seemed to avoid these holy lights.

"You're much stronger than the last time, and you're finally able to get me interested."

The hammerstone smacked, marveling at Lucian's changes. He flung the chain hook in his hand, and the deadly scythe struck Lucian in the back, only to be bounced open by a magical barrier the moment he touched it.

"Oh?"

Hammerstone was slightly startled, "There seems to be something on you." ”

"What do you think I've been doing all these years?"

Lucian had already emptied the surrounding ghosts and sprinted towards the hammerstone, the two spears merging together in the process, emitting a long-distance penetrating holy light.

"Bang!"

The Light is too swift.

Hammerstone's left shoulder was pierced by the light, causing his lantern-carrying arm to shake as if it were shaking.

One man and one soul fought fiercely in the black mist, and what Hammerstone wanted to do now was to close the small gap in the prison that had been opened, but Lucian, who was in hot pursuit, did not give him this chance.

And in battle, Lucian was always able to fend off his attacks.

Suddenly, Hammerstone saw that in Lucian's glowing robe, there was a small black umbrella, which could not only resist the black mist, but also block his attacks.

It was a parasol, and because it was spirit, it could block his attacks.

And isn't this umbrella exactly what Foyego needs?

Hammerstone suddenly realized.

It was this brief moment of distraction that Lucian seized the opportunity, and he called his lover's name in his heart, as if praying for her response.

Senna!

Now is the time!

And it seemed that their hearts were connected, and at this moment, the lantern suddenly lit up with a pure white light, causing the lantern in Hammerstone's hand to become hot.

His hand holding the lantern unconsciously let go, and the hammerstone, who soon realized this, immediately threw out the chain hook, and the scythe flickered with a strange ghostly fire, unleashing an extremely fatal blow.

But Lucian didn't dodge or dodge, he went straight to the hammerstone, his body was hit by the scythe, the protective barrier emanating from the parasol shattered, and the scythe instantly tore a shocking wound on Lucian's body.

Lucian, on the other hand, had anticipated this moment countless times, and he was not afraid of death, and he roared and gripped the pistol made of the Holy Stone, stabbing at the lantern like a dagger.

"Buzz!!"

In an instant, a dazzling white light flickered, and the miserable roars of countless souls of the dead came from the lantern, all of them scrambling to escape, seeking liberation.

Among them, there is a special spirit body, floating like a ghost mist, but in the end it gradually condenses into a human form, a woman.

"Xena!"

Lucian's eyes were sour, and the excitement in his heart outweighed the pain in his body.

"Lucian!" Senna knew that now was not the time for them to rejoice in their reunion, and she raised the Holy Stone Cannon in her hand, made from the weapons of the dead sentinel, to mediate the dual powers of darkness and light.

Without hesitation, she pulled the trigger, and the Holy Stone cannon trembled violently, the muzzle of the gun flashed with dazzling white light, and with a "boom" sound, a dazzling and huge pillar of light was released, which penetrated through the body of the hammerstone.

The powerful force even dispelled the black mist around it, and the spirit of the hammerstone also collapsed in the light.

The roars of countless souls continued to be heard.

"Get out of here first."

Senna helped the weakened Lucian and quickly withdrew towards the outside of the church.

She wasn't sure if Hammerstone had died in that blow, but they couldn't stay here any longer, no matter what.

Both she and Lucian are in a very weak state, and if they don't retreat now, then it will be difficult to have another chance.

Just after they withdrew from the island, the interior of the church.

Rays of green light re-condensed in the air, and finally converged into a ghostly spirit, which was a hammerstone.

As if he didn't have any injuries on his body, a pair of swaying ghost fire eyes looked at the parasol on the ground and smiled slightly.

"That's enough to go back and make a difference."

He bent down to pick up the parachute, and saw the fragments of his soul stored in it.

Foyego must have been very happy when he saw this.

With a shake of the lantern, Hammerstone captured all the souls who had escaped from the lantern, having long since lost their right to freedom from the time they entered the prison.

Soon, Hammerstone's form gradually dissipated and disappeared into the church.

And with his departure, the black fog on the island gradually dissipated.

Above the sea.

Senna nervously and warily watched the island behind her, realizing that no creature had caught up.

"Senna."

Lucian opened his mouth and finally laughed, he shook Senna's hand hard, and his long-standing thoughts had already been conveyed at this moment.

Senna looked down at him with some distress, and then she stroked his face with her other hand: "I thought I would never see you again." ”

"Me too." Lucian was glad he did, "If I can't see you in this life, I'd rather "

Senna gagged him with her hand and shook her head to prevent him from saying the following words: "Don't say such stupid things, even if I'm gone, I hope you can always be well." ”

Lucian wanted to get up, but suddenly touched the wound on his body, and he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

"Your Wounds"

"It's okay, help me get a bottle of powder out of my pocket."

Lucian gasped for a few breaths, braced himself to his feet, and allowed Senna to take a pill bottle from his right breast pocket.

After taking the medicine, he uncorked the bottle and sprinkled the powder directly towards the wound.

Suddenly, an incomparably sharp pain emerged, as if his wound had been pulled open repeatedly, and he had pressed it over and over again.

However, the effect was also surprisingly good, and soon, the wound stopped bleeding and the condition was stabilized.

Lu Xi thanked Lu Qi again, and the medicine he gave him had helped him more than once.

Seeing that Lucian's injuries had stabilized, Senna was finally relieved.

Next, when they reunited, they talked a lot and confided in each other how much they missed each other.

Then, they talked about the Black Mist.

"In the lantern of Hammerstone, I learned about the origin of the black fog. It's love. I created this curse, and now, I feel that it is ready to move, the master of the black mist, the king of ruin."

Senna looked a little uneasy about her discovery, she learned a lot from the lantern, not only some knowledge that has been lost, but more related to the Shadow Island.

The curse of ruin, the black mist. She gradually figured out why these were happening.

Although she escaped, the threat of the black fog was about to really begin.

Lucian gasped slightly: "I know, over the years, I have also investigated the anomalies of the black fog, so I guess that the black fog may have a big wave this year." ”

Senna thought of everything she had learned in the lantern, and unconsciously clenched Lucian's hand: "We must find a way to stop the Ruined King, otherwise this curse will sweep through the entire Runeterra." ”

"Don't worry, it's not just us Light Sentinels who want to fight the Black Mist."

Lucian was able to squeeze out a smile at this point, and his wound began to turn from pain to itching, and the effect of the medicine was amazing.

"Not just us?"

Senna had doubts in her eyes, a little unsure of what Lucian meant.

"Over the years, I have met a lot of reliable partners. That's what I'm going to tell you next, at least in the face of Shadow Isle, we don't have to fight alone. ”

Lucian raised his eyes and looked west.

With the resurgence of the Isle of Shadows on the horizon, it's time for them to confront the Isle of the Damned.

"Next, I'm going to take you somewhere."

"Where?"

"Demacia."

(End of chapter)