Legends of Runeterra

In the bizarre spiritual realm, there are a total of seven beings with different shapes, but they exude an extremely tyrannical and ferocious aura. They gathered here at some point in time.

Even a demon larva like Azakana, which naturally relies on negative energy to survive, is not seen approaching this place at this moment.

Balkux's huge scarlet eyes reflected two figures.

"It's been a long time, Blaine."

"Haha~! Yes, if it weren't for the general's call, we might have remained silent for a long time."

A dark descendant that was almost human-like, but had an extremely long tail that ended like a fan. A sharp voice came from his mouth.

The Darkin Dragon Fan Blay, who is also a Darkin under Aatrox, responds to the other party's call and awakens at this moment.

"Of course, Brother Bly, but why are you with Varus?"

"How should I know? I just met Him and you all came here together."

"Is it?"

Stellatu nodded slightly, then his eyes fell on the figure holding a strange longbow, who looked more human than any other Darkin.

Just like Stellatu, the Darkin present focused more on the figure holding the longbow rather than their compatriot Ble, whom they had not seen for a long time.

Varus, the Arrow of Punishment, was once an outstanding archery master in the Shurima Empire. He was assigned to guard a temple in the eastern region.

At the beginning of the Icathian War, void creatures broke through the borders of the Empire and killed indiscriminately in the eastern regions.

The guards in the temple left their posts and went to the surrounding towns for support, but Varus stayed in the temple from beginning to end, even though his hometown was attacked by "void creatures".

When the messengers of the Ascended Corps arrived to support him, Varus knelt among the corpses of his enemies, closed his eyes and meditated solemnly.

The story of sticking to one's post and successfully repelling all the invading 'void creatures' was recognized by the messengers and widely spread during that special period.

Therefore, Varus was qualified to perform the "Ascension Ceremony".

Finally, under the sun disc, Varus successfully passed the ceremony and became an immortal and powerful "Ascended One".

Hatred for the Void makes Ascended Varus one of the sharpest arrows piercing the Void within Icathia.

However, 'those who gaze into the abyss are also gazed into by the abyss'.

Even though he hated the Void so much because of what happened in his hometown, Varus was still eroded by the brilliant purple and twisted and degenerated into a Darkin.

And among the Darkin, Varus is the kind of person who only knows how to kill and has no rationality at all.

His compatriots simply treated Varus as a useful weapon and threw him into battlefields to fight each other.

Therefore, seeing that Varus, who was not originally under Aatrox and was purely a "weapon" during the Darkin War, now took the initiative to find the Darkin, it was inevitable that Stellatu and others would pay special attention to him.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. The long seal didn't harm me at all. Instead, it helped me regain my long-lost rationality."

Facing everyone's gaze, Varus took the initiative to speak.

"Congratulations, Brother Varus.

However, you are not a member of General Aatrox's army, yet you appear before us now. I wonder what your purpose is?"

Hearing this, Varus stared at Stellatu who responded. After a few seconds, a hint of realization flashed in his scarlet eyes as if he remembered something.

"Sisters Stellatu, I have an irreconcilable feud with the Void. I only wish to ask you, is General Aatrox summoning you to completely destroy Icathia?"

"No, we do not intend to destroy Icathia..."

"I understand. Thank you, sister. I won't bother you any more."

Holding a longbow, Varus, who received the answer, turned around and left without any hesitation.

"We are going to destroy the entire world!"

Varus paused and looked back at Stellato.

"really?"

"of course."

"Please allow me to lend a hand to General Aatrox!"

Varus extended his right hand toward Stellatus.

"Crack~!"

"Welcome!"

Seeing that Stellatu and Varus reached a consensus, Balkuks, who was not far away, suddenly had another idea.

"By the way, I seemed to sense the presence of a Darkin just now. Do you want to..."

"No need. That guy is Rhaast. He was sealed in Noxus thousands of years ago, just like me. I don't know how he got here."

The deep voice of Naganeka, the Darkin ballista, boomed out.

"It turns out to be Him."

"Oh! I remember that guy's weapon was a sickle, wasn't it used to cut wheat?"

"Alright, it's impossible that He didn't sense our combined aura. Since you don't want to come, then don't bother with Him."

Stellatu took the initiative to end the topic and looked at Balkuks who was holding a staff.

"Now that we have no more of our compatriots scattered around, Balkux, take us directly to see General Aatrox!"

"No problem, sister."

When all seven Darkborn were gathered together, Balkux slowly waved the staff in his hand, which was his true form.

"Buzz~~!!"

The space around the Dark Indigenous people gradually began to distort, and the next moment, it collapsed and shrank instantly, and the seven Dark Indigenous people instantly disappeared.

...

The bottom of the deep sea.

"Buzz~~!!"

As the seven Darkborn appeared tens of thousands of meters below the sea, a heavy pressure that could easily crush steel like dough suddenly enveloped them.

Such pressure is also a considerable burden for the Darkin, most of whom have just revived, just when they are about to use their own means to resist.

"Wow~!"

Undercurrents surged in the dark deep sea, as if some unknown sea beast had sensed the movement here and came to hunt.

Subsequently.

“Boom boom! Boom boom!”

Accompanied by a heartbeat like muffled thunder and a faint purple light that appeared and disappeared from time to time, a huge figure dozens of meters tall appeared in front of the group of Darkborn.

A gorgeous and unusually strange purple occupied the main body. The scarlet magic blade that the Darkin missed so much in the past and led them to conquer one Darkin after another was now occupied by purple and red.

The blade, as ferocious and terrifying as intertwined teeth, declares its cruelty and bloodlust to all who notice its existence.

Despite the huge change, the Darkborn still recognized the person in front of them at the first moment.

"Meet General Aatrox!!"

The cruel and bloodthirsty Darkin lowered their proud heads and paid their highest respects to the existence before them.