User:Double Slap/Sandbox

I couldn't breathe.

Chaos flooded the streets when Zaun fell to ruin. "I need a doctor!" I cried when amongst the swarm of the fleeing, there were lives dragged around by stretchers. My sister too, we pleaded for help. Yet they shrugged us off. As relentless as we were we had to give up, because when we gave chase we only saw crisis.

The hospital itself was cleaved in half, the other half fallen into the abyss. The few doctors there were desperately tried to revive the other doctors and nurses who were struck down by calamity. A line of lives tossed into the pile of pestilence to be burned by the apocalyptic flames as their flames of life were snuffed out.

I couldn't breathe.

No amount of filtration of the gray would help me. Amidst the mass of bystanders unable to help and the few unwilling to help, I suffocated. I was drowning where I stand. Where is this water coming from? I can't breathe, I can't stop the river flowing. Yet like a dam was his hand, swept away the rivers. The water wouldn't stop flowing, but looking to me with his hurt and humble self, he closed his eyes with his hand on my cheek.

"Let's go home."

I couldn't breathe, but that didn't matter anymore. I took a deep breath, and swam through my sorrow.

I passed by many fanatics, claiming that the Darkin Apocalypse was coming. Yet nobody truly understood exactly what happened, not even the witnesses. It happened too fast. I passed by hulking augmented behemoths raising rubble to scavenge for any survivors. Traveling far enough from the epicenter, I heard whispers from bystanders who gaped at the sight of calamity narrowly avoided.

All the pieces are there, but the accounts are still unclear. None could tell the greater truth, relying on tales, wild, uncouth. When the sword struck the land below, it vanished in its gigantic glow. Nothing remained but the crater of chaos and the blue flames he made. A mystery to all, but those who knew. Who knew? Two do. Two through the time they spent before death was due.

At the moment, I paid little mind. Our carriage stopped just outside the outskirts of Zaun. My sister and I combined efforts to bring my darling back to our home amidst these cramped slums. Fortunately the streets were less filled as everyone was crowded on the rooftops, awestruck at the catastrophe far away.

It was an awkward rise, climbing up four fleets of stairs carrying my husband who looks as if he's already a corpse. Fearful glances came my way, it's normal around here, but I'm usually the one giving them. Never thought I'd see the day where I was taking them. It doesn't help how cramped the stairwell is, pushing past people squished to the wall as they try to get down.

We finally reach the old wooden door to my room. It was clearly on its last hinges. The door stays shut as the rusting infringes. Sis is jingling that door handle awkwardly with one hand, still lifting Gabe's torso with both arms. A random bystander passes by awkwardly in the extensive efforts to open the crusty old door.

"Sis, sis. Just stop."

She lets go of the handle to get a better grip on the door and looks at me. "You want to try?"

"Nah, I'm going to try something else. Let's put him down first." I suggest since I know trying to use this useless door is, well useless.

We let him lay down on the wall as I faced the door. I had no grease, nor a crowbar on me. That's not a typical thing to carry to a date after all. I only had my fists and my feet as tools.

"That's good enough though."

"Hold on, what are you doing?"

I take a few steps back, and kick the door with my bare foot. The momentum carries my leg straight through the door. I wish I could say I was impressed at my strength, but that door felt about as weak as cardboard.

"By the gods... No groceries for me, I guess."

"How did this even-"

"I heard it was the apocalypse."

"Apocawhat? Get over yourself, this has to be one big mistake."

"Well, I heard it was an enormous blimp that crashed."

"Blimp? You can't be serious. You think a blimp did this? No way."

"I heard it was a cruise ship."

"Actually, I heard that too. Some kind of burning cruise ship that fell down."

"A cruise- why the hell a cruise ship of all things?"

"Well, it was sure as hell much larger than any kind of ship out there. Maybe an imperial warship?"

"A flying warship. Those god damned imperials, trying to become the second Noxus."

"Shut it fool, I know damn well this can't be a warship. To create an explosion this massive it would need a hell of a lot more mass, and there is no way it would be merely the size of a cruise ship to fly."

"How big would it be smartass?"

"Fuck you man. Anyways, it'd need to be an entire floating skyscraper to be reasonable. The larger ones in Piltover."

"That big? That's impossible, it would blot out the sun."

"But didn't it? It went dark for a minute even over here after all."

"Well, if it was as big as a skyscraper. Don't you think people would compare it to one? It'd be kinda obvious."

"Guh... Maybe it was the work of a darkin."

Never again.

NEVER AGAIN!

"You FUCKING bystanders!" The black knight roars a booming shockwave that causes the panicked crowd to stumble in place.

The ground quakes as the man gallops through the crowd. The crowd of cowardice parts as the delta crashes through, paving the way to change. Yet the knight shrinks and the nashor grows as he approaches the ferocious voidspawn. The scale is all too one-sided. One man vs. the goliath. The reality is all too horrifying, all too hopeless.

"Who the hell needs hope?!"

The black knight soars through the skies, a mockingbird striking the eagle.

"FACE YOUR FEARS!"

It was just a swing of his sword that made their jaws drop. It was a swing too fast, too heavy, one swing with the force of a bomb. That swing sundered the skull so swiftly that the beast's blood evaporated from the excessive energy. Yet that was no reckless swing.

It was just enough to reveal the bilge-soaked father trapped within the maw. The man's eyes widened at the dark knight's presence, filled with a dense black mist.

"Sup," Zara said reaching out with his sword arm. "Grab on. No one's gonna die today."

The man was thrown out before he could think as he yelled, "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Get your ass out there and fight for the will of mankind," was his parting message as the nashor crunched down on the knight's thighs and swallowed him before collapsing into the ocean depths.

The mother caught his fall. As they barreled into barrels. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" the father swore as he punched a hole through another barrel. "Just when I thought I paid all my dues I'm fucking indebted yet again."

A couple pirates try sneaking away. "Urk!" They narrowly dodge a bullet to the head.

"Where the fuck do you bilgerats think you're going?" the father provokes as he brushes the gunpowder off his hand. "The fights over there."

"Dagnabbit boss, the hell you think we can do bout it? Theres a wurm flying, fucking flying boss."

"Shoot the damn thing down then," the father retorts as he hauls a barrel of gunpowder that he rolled into. "That man told me to fight so I gosh darn better see you guys backing my ass up."

"A couple of hicks like us can't do shit against-" A leviathin spawns right behind them.

"LADY!" The father roars as he hurls the barrel at the leviathin. A burning gunshot flies through the barrel and explodes, knocking everyone back with concussive force.

"I don't give a fuck about what you scallywags think. I'm burning these fishes to the depths for the shit they tried to pull." The mother retorts as she tosses her gun to her husband.

"You heard her boys." The father laughs as he rises from the ground. "Don't you dare underestimate the will of man. Mankind is a million times stronger than you think."

Every pirate points their guns at the leviathan. The father unleashes the command, "Bombard these bitches with the Bullets of Bilgewater!"

"Pitiful fools," a half-man, half cyborg relayed in disgust of the Piltovian people. "You call this the city of progress. Yet you regress in the face of the unknown."

The man-made-machine struck down the vile vermin caught within his gravitic contraption with a mechanized lightning storm. "Since when were we inventors known to be such cowards? We embrace change. We embrace the unknown so we can make it our own!"

Walking down the path made by the black knight, the inspired innovator stands and admires the chaos of the crisis before him. Retracting a mechanized arm from his nape, it charges a great deal of nuclear power. Concentrated into a beam of pure thermal energy, a scorching beam of fire melts the ascended abyssal abomination down to where it came.

Laughing as he relishes the catastrophe of his own making, he boasts to his peers, "Walk the path of glorious evolution!"

"Pssh..." An officer scoffs as she lays down a large box for a yordle to work with. "What a braggart. People of Piltover, please evacuate to the City Hall as we prepare to subjugate the invaders."

Multiple automated turrets are setup as the Piltovian Protectorate comes pouring in. The citizens scramble as they scurry away from the battleground. Yet, the battleground shook where they stood and a Lagarfljot Worm crashes to the surface, sending Piltovians skyward.

Before the worm gets a chance to devour a citizen, a explosive shot from a mile away slams the worm in the surface. Half of it's maw was gouged out, but even then it managed to swallow a man.

"Cripes! A citizen held hostage by the abnormal. Physical intervention is necessary." A voice commands on the intercom as an officer bludgeons the worm with a rising uppercut. "I'm already on it."

"Refrain from excessive force." The voice continues on the intercom as the officer continues to hammer the worm to stop it from burrowing as she replies. "You're not making things easier you know."

Thunderous blows echo from her enormous gauntlets in an attempt to whittle down the beast somehow. Yet it was to no avail. The beast burrowed down into the ground. There was no saving the man. Even then, her desperation did not allow it.

"Damn it!" The officer yells as she vicegrips the entire beast that dragged her body like a sandbag until her head and knees slammed into the ground surrounding the worm's escape hatch. "Fuck! I'm losing him!"

"Keep it pinned down a little longer, I'm going to try something." The voice on the intercom commands.

"Why don't you hurry it up princess?" The pinned down officer berates as she bears the pain of her neck bending to its limit and the profuse bleeding of her arms as it scrapes across bedrock. "I'm losing my grip."

"This isn't my cup of tea either you know." The voice rudely retorts. "I've sent backup. As for now, rescind your restraint. Excessive force is allowed."

"Hah." She smirks as her gauntlets pump out enormous steam. "Now that's what I'm talking-"

"Stop!"

"What the hell?" The officer glances to where the voice is as best as she could to make out the skinny boy who cried out.

"David, please," the youngin' pleads once more as he faces somewhere behind the officer. "You're only making it worse."

"Never!" A stubborn mouse cries out from right next to the officer.

She looks behind to see a teen scalded by the steam as he grips tightly to the worm with his entire arm span barely arcing the worm's body.

"What? What?! What the hell are you doing? Get out of here before you get hurt!" She scolds while swiftly suppressing the searing steam. "Oh my fuc- Someone PLEASE get this kid out of here!"

"Hows about you lay off, whore!" The deviant declares.

"Fucking brat, you better get out of here before I cave your face in."

"He ain't dead!"

She was flustered for a moment and almost lost her grip. Struggling to reclaim her stranglehold, she answers in her bewilderment, "What the hell you talkin' about boy?"

"Pops ain't dead!" the kid roared with fierce indignation in what followed. "Clean your fucking ears and get this through your thick skull you fucking ape. You're going to beat the crap out of this monster and the man inside it. You think I'm just gonna let that happen? Huh? And you want to cave my face in? HUH?? You gotta be shitting me ma'am."

"Kid, I don't got time for your temper tantrum," the officer bluntly berates as she slowly finds her head getting dragged into the tunnel the monster made. "I appreciate your concern, but you need to stand down."

"And leave the old man behind? Like hell I will!" The boy grits his teeth from the pain of his second-degree burns getting tugged by the monsters determination to burrow. Yet in this backstabbing pain of his burning scars, he cracked a vicious grin. "Adam! There's no need to get worked up. Your dad is stronger than you think."

The skinny boy shushed himself as he gazed into the wild eyes of the youth. "Damn Adam trying to stop me. I can't believe it. You asked for this you know? With your weepy sorry ass sitting there like some dude in distress. Need a princess to save you? Bleh! Just like your pathetic pops."

Numbed by the sense of feeling burned away to the third-degree, the tumultuous teen roars not of pain but of sheer will. "But he never left us behind! What makes you think he's going to up and do that now? A shitty ass stain to society. A disgrace that should have never been born. A backstabbing bastard. Disgraceful existences abandoned by all. Yet the old man didn't give up. He didn't give up on trash that is better off reborn. He didn't give up on me."

The teenager makes a tremendous slam on concrete as the worm drags him down to the ground. With a bombastic declaration, he swore, "So what makes you think I'm going to give up on him!"

"You done with your fucking sob story?" The officer chides, muffled by the fact that shes in so deep that only her feet are hanging on to the edge of the tunnel. "I don't even know how I'm still hanging on. Where the hell is that backup, muffin chops!"

"I can't do anything since there is civilian interference, but backup is on their way, banana pudding." The voice assures.

"God damn it. I'm so screwed. So screwed!" The officer panics as she stretches her toes as even her feet are getting dragged in. "Oh god, I'm at my limit! I'm done! It's over... wait what?"

The officer wiggles her toes as the strain gets lighter. "Huh? Seriously?"

"HEAVE BITCH!" The officer ascends from the pit of worm. "Hoe. Heave, hoe..."

"Wait, what the- Eh?" Bewildered by such phenomenon she thought herself being pulled out of the pits to save herself as the worm escaped. However, contrary to her beliefs, it was something even more bizarre: the worm itself was getting pulled out. She couldn't understand how the hell the backup pulled it off. Until her head breached the surface.

The ground shuddered as seemingly thousands of people chanted methodically in unison, dragging out the monster from the depths of hell.

"I'd be damned if I stood by and let this happen to one of my students." A professor said heaving the worm.

"I hated his guts, but I admired his spirit." A buff jock said heaving the worm.

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm doing it anyways." A bystander said heaving the worm.

"I won't give up Father! So hang in there." Adam said heaving the worm.

"That's the fucking spirit. Not even a Goliath like this can stop us." David said heaving the worm.

"The people band together in a moment of need. Progression of our people. I see, so this is the Power of Piltover." said heaving the worm and leading the people.

"Incorrigible inefficiency," the inventor chides as he looks upon the tremendous human conveyor belt. "An effort such as this suffers great vulnerability. Humanity could not come up with a better way to overcome mankind's innate weakness? Even so, a near infinite amount of almost nothing at all amounts to something. This is bizarre buffoonery that supplicates sufficiency. Yet a million souls join hands to create a most basic machine that succeeds. How strange."

is known as the strongest mortal in all of history. He is known as the first Emperor of Targo due to his vast domain. Targo was symbolized after a mallet. A small tool that is used to craft monumental structures. It dubbed in short for a virus. The smallest form of a sickness that can kill entire people. However, it is not an ode to strength in numbers, rather the notion of the weak destroying the strong. It was this very concept that destroyed himself.

Believe it or not, was once known as the hero of Targonian lands. Amidst the foolhardy display of strength of the ascended gods, the mortal was intolerant of such disgrace. God is stronger than a mortal. God just is, there is no contest. Thus these ascended gods fought amongst themselves with no regard of mortal races due to their insignificance. That was their justice, they had to prove themselves worthy of respect after their grueling confrontation against the void.

The Targonian hero started as a mere survivor of the harsh conditions of the war amongst gods. He gathered armies, he lost armies. He built villages, he lost villages. An unending cycle of trial and error that inevitably led to the realization of strength. It was merely natural, the strong were to become to the chosen ones. This hero was the strongest.

The hero built enormous girth upon rebuilding civilization time and time again. He protected the civilizations each time against divine beasts. However, every time the gods would come crashing down, the civilization was doomed. If not for the damage to buildings, the obliteration of natural resources would do them in. built a growing spite over the gods, leaving every civilization to rot merely due to mortal weakness. What can he do? That's just what he had to do.

Yet he met a man who thought otherwise. A man who believed that the will of mankind was stronger than anything else. This fool merely spouted nonsense about the strength of mortals, but his wisdom was remarkable. This man knew that the gods would never fight deep in the Ironspike Mountains due to the ridiculous terrain. As such, the hero carved his final civilization within the mountains. This is the civilization that ends the Darkin War.

While the hero was used to building villages, with his enormous strength and the tactical position of the civilization, it ended up becoming a fortress. A massive castle that could weather the storm of any collateral damage the gods would fling across the mountains. To build a castle in the mountains, and to even breathe at all, the hero needed to be stronger. Thus he became stronger. One could daresay his strength is something nobody would have ever imagined: godlike.

When an Ascended god was flung across the sky into the mountains, the fight finally found its way into the rugged territory. The hero was about to abandon the settlement when the foolish man confronted him with the most foolish idea conceived: stand up against the gods. As foolish as it was and as foolish as the hero felt for accepting the offer, he was sick of living in endless fear of the gods.

A tiny existence, smaller than an ant wielded a mace rushing out against the titans. The gods were of a scale beyond reason, with heights soaring twice the size of the highest mountain top. Their feet alone were cliff sides and you could not see their heads shrouded in that red sky amongst the clouds. As foolish of a fool the foolish man was, he taught the small hero a very basic skill: force of will.

A skill used by immortal heroes, Hero's Force, is known as a powerup that concentrates nuclear energy from nuclear fission to be used as a source of power. While infeasible for mortals, immortals are known to be so massive, they shrink their actual volume to match the space around it. Doing so reduces the influence of gravity and even accelerates the magnitude of incoming forces to scales that would make them no different to mortals. However, without doing this much, it would be impossible to live amongst mortals with a normal lifestyle. Unfortunately, this hero is a mere mortal.

Due to the mortality of this hero, he took hold of a god's weapon to compensate. This mysterious fool managed to shrink the size of one of the maces the Ascended used in the Ironspike mountains to a sizeable fit for a human. Yet it would remain a weapon for mortals, without the literal weight of its mass behind it. Thus the Force of Will is an inverse of Hero's Force.

The hero was taught how to force the mace to radioactively decay upon impact forcing the mace to quite literally break down in order to expel tremendous gravitational force on the outer edge of the mace. With a mere two swings, this energy would cover the entire head of the mace. However, the third swing would begin to encroach upon the handle of the mace, making it impossible to hold.

Even this much strength was not possible for a mere mortal to handle. The weight of the mace would also be reflected in reality. Thus in a way this hero would be force to carry the weight of a mountain in the small form factor of a mace's head. Yet such was this mortal's gargantuan strength. Yes, the hero had the strength to lift mountains and this was reflected in his swing.

When the young swung at the Ascended Titan, his first swing did nothing.

His second swing severely grazed his foot.

His third swing shattered the God and split open the mountain the god stood upon. This was the day was known as the man who slayed a god. Thus began his war against the Darkin.

As strong as he was, nobody in his castle had an ounce of strength compared to his newfound power. Thus the gods sent legions upon legions to destroy this farce of humanity's rebelion. The hero fought long and hard yet, he may have lost everything if it weren't for the efforts of his trusted comrades.

Though weak as they were in comparison, they requested help from oracles, gypsies, witches, and shamans to seal the defeated gods. The issue of the gods were that as easy as it was for the Hero to decimate them with his mace, they would always return within a sandstorm. The Queen of Witches came to their aid as a means of finally ending the ridiculous abuse of power upon the lands that the Ascended caused gleaning a means to trap a god from a Targonian oracle. With a twist of irony, the warmongering gods were trapped within the vessel of the weapons from mankind, torn of their capability to achieve their true forms.

Amidst the long battle with all guided by the symbol of war itself, the gods were sealed away and the Darkin War slowly came to a close. Yet peace was something the Hero was bad at. In fact, he was so terrible at peacetime, that he would be ignored for his clash against the gods and only remembered for his villainous betrayal of humanity.

Given the close of the war, succession was in order. However, the civilization brought down by the hero was only known to succeed the throne to anyone who is stronger than the king. Strength was necessary for survival after all. Unfortunately, none of his allies were strong enough to best him, even without his mace. Nor any enemies were able to stop the monster of a man. Thus he continued on and on as king of the era.

The Hero was anxious due to the growing tensions within his kingdom. So, as a reconciliation, he decided to expand his kingdom outward so that each leader would be able to control their own quadrant. Eventually this gone on long enough that the hero became an emperor and the leaders became kings. Castles were born in each kingdom and across the entire eastern coast of Valoran, all under the reign of the Iron Emperor, dubbed from his kingdom being within the Ironspike Mountains.

The Hero started to realize the futility of his efforts to expand as management grew ever so complicated. Every attempt of the hero attempting to relax was seen as slander against the entire kingdom. He knew in his heart that he would be overthrown eventually, even though he never showed it. Eventually everyone turned their back on the hero to claim the throne.

Amidst the insurrection, he fought against hordes of people he considered his allies. Yet despite his godslaying capability, he refused to use it against mortals. He used only his human strength to fell the armies that dare opposed him.

I have a strong idea where my whole story is leading. My story goes more in depth in these character's personalities, but it also brings a lot of backstory to characters, items, and events. One of these items is Trinity force. It is a symbol of a truce between three great empires that conquered Runeterra: Shurima, Ionia, and Targo. These kingdoms each gave a signature weapon to represent their kingdom: Zeal (now for production issues), Sheen, and Phage respectively.

We are aware of Shurima and Ionia being ancient civilizations. However, we aren't aware of Targo. The reason being, is that Targo was single-handedly the largest of these empires by far. It was so large that it had split itself into various kingdoms: Freljord, Targon, and The Iron Empire. The Iron Empire was the kingdom that Mordekaiser had ruled over. It covered all of the eastern coast of Valoran. It was such a large kingdom that Mordekaiser just called it an empire out of his pride as a Kaiser.

Ever since the downfall of Mordekaiser in an unknown war. He was revived by liches to create his new empire called the Immortal Bastion. It is said that a concentrated group of tribes and warbands defeated the Immortal Bastion, this group would soon be known as Noxus: an alliance of the broken Iron Empire and other barbaric tribes.

There was a time during the breaking of the Iron Empire where a new kingdom was rising. This kingdom was aided by a magnanimous chieftain who settled all disputes with great zeal in the fallen empire. He settled in a bay near the Ironspike Mountains and named his army after the empire: The Iron Order. Unfortunately, the army grew restless as the war they were used to was no longer present. During this time, the Queen was assassinated and died a slow death by poison, incurable by all attempts from the king. It was during this time that the army riled up and used this event as an excuse to exert violence.

One particular event a knight commander found himself surrounded by enemies, cut off from the rest of the Iron Order. This knight commander fought valiantly to the very end. This knight commander's name was Demacia. After the battle, the knights lamented over the death of Demacia, and swore fealty to the lieutenant he watched over the most.

In greed for power, the lieutenant blackmailed a general of the Iron Order with information that she was hiding from the King: a cure for the poison in a foreign island. Even though the Queen has been long dead, the King demanded an escapade to these isles and left a chieftain from his former village in charge of handling the kingdom. This is the escapade that would transform The Blessed Isles into The Shadow Isles.

Most of the crew died, the king, the lieutenant, and the general. However, one knight survived. This knight traveled across the seas alone back to the kingdom. He relayed the fall of every person and the horrors of magic he saw. Although, the chieftain was stubborn in his belief to remain in the kingdom at the bay, anxiety grew in the citizens of said kingdom and most individuals followed this man on a pilgrimage to find sanctuary from the horrific magic--as in life the King was known to be a great wizard. Eventually, the citizens found sanctuary with the ruins of Targonian nation built on a marble mountain. Thus the knight reformed a new civilization based on perseverance and chivalry and named this civilization from the person who inspired him: Demacia. This knight is Jarvan the First.

The people who remained in the abandoned kingdom mostly mages who knew how ridiculous these fears were and some villagers who fought back their fear of magic in devotion to the king in his glorious days. Though, the chieftain was not ignorant. The chieftain was given a tome from the king before he left as a trial to see if he could handle the kingdom. This tome happened to speak of powerful artifacts that had power similar to what the knight described before the departure. Thus pouring all efforts into studying the tome left by his king, the chieftain spent the rest of his lifetime understanding the intricate design of the workings of magic. The chieftain taught these things to his successor before he died and dubbed his successor, The Rune Sage, for the unique way magic is commanded in the tome. The generations of Rune Sages would eventually form a Magic Council to protect the village and the Rune Sage with, an apprentice, entire world from the power of World Runes.

Unfortunately, the Magic Council could not even protect their own village and warlocks abusing the World Runes held in the Magic Council caused a cataclysm that wiped out the entire kingdom and even a large portion of the Ironspike Mountains. A galactic explosion similar to a nova on a small scale. The Magic Council had no choice but to go their separate ways as there were no survivors left in the kingdom. Some mages left by boat to the neighboring kingdom of Ionia, and escapees of the warlocks' wrath were swept to a harbor island. With the amount of refugees moving into the harbor, the island grew to what could be considered a kingdom based on docks and grit. This civilization was called Bilgewater.

People from kingdoms all over heard of the great explosion that fell a kingdom and made way to see the carnage, but instead what they found was a magical oasis a divine crystalline basin of mystical properties. Thus wizards and inventors studied together to create miracle works that any practical person can use. Part of their experiments involved creating monuments and buildings based on materials they found, and it just so happened to eventually create a foundation. Progress never stopped in these areas and the inventions inspired many to come and visit the city that soon became a metropolis. This metropolis is known as Piltover.

Unfortunately, this metropolis housed way too many individuals. Eventually, the research found itself divided into practicality development and fundamentals research. Those who worked on methods to make practical use of magic with machines lied in Piltover, while those who wanted to remain closer to the foundations of the land worked in the underground to excavate the secrets of these magical crystals. These methods turned out to be quite lethal as the fumes of reactions caused tremendous pollution, so they were forced into the canyons of Piltover to more easily handle the pollution that would rise into Piltover. These canyons were dubbed Zaun.

Red light beamed through the cloudy sky, fading into the depths of the bloody sea. Thousands of fish fall slowly into the abyss, crashing into the ocean floor, where two titans be. Zara looked up at the drowned monster as the red light outlined an eclipsed silhouette. The monster stood gazing back at the ruined man with his own two bright red lights, staring at the ragged revenant as his flame and garments flowed like seaweed.

"The tides have turned yet again, old friend." The titan voiced, reverberating slowly throughout the sea.

"So they have... drowned metal?" Zara replied awkwardly. "Seriously though, a water cliche?"

"Hmm..." The nautical monument mulls. "In terms of water jokes, it seems you've hit rock bottom."

"Damn it, I was thinking of using that!" Zara fumed in frustration.

The big boy scratches the back of his massive suit as Zara vents. "Sorry?"

"Don't worry about it..." Zara sighs, continuing, "It's water under the bridge."

"Hoho, you got jokes."

"YES! I still got it. BAHAHAHA- Oof!" Zara is interrupted by the corpse of a Kraken falling on him.

"Hoho, looks like this octopus got the last laugh. He sure is Kraken me up!"

Zara's laughs are muffled by the massive octopus until he sends it flying to the surface.

"It's times like these that makes me think," Zara declares sarcastically. "This is why we died."

The giant nods in agreement, "Agreed, terrible jokes like these should remain in the depths of the sea--where nobody can hear them."

Zara let his body rest as he lay on the ocean floor. He and the monster gazed upward at the horrifying sight of fish and blood, descending slowly toward them. Nautilus dropped his anchor on the ground and sat on the floor with Zara.

"How was the surface?"

"About as bad as what the surface looks like now."

"Hmm... I've seen worse."

"Indeed," Zara acknowledges. "That's the point."

Zara sighs audibly as he recalls the old promise he made, "I haven't found a place for you on the surface. Hell, I haven't found a place for myself yet. Too much has changed up there. I can hardly recognize anything."

"Do not worry Zara," the massive monster reassures. "You will persevere."

"If only it were that easy." Zara differs in a grim tone. "As difficult as it is to fight the abyss, it's straightforward. Survive, that is all. However, brute strength does not solve all problems. It creates disasters."

Zara picks himself off the ground, struggling with an injured hip. "Notorious, that is what they call you. It peeves me so, how great the disrespect of our struggles are. Even now, they cannot understand. Yet what can I say? I am the one who crashed into their nation, plummeting into the lives of a million. Do I have any right to complain?"

The sand cloud diverges as Zara pounds the ground.

"I killed the ones I intended to protect, nothing has changed."

"You..." The monster dubbed rose from the ground, wielding a ship's anchor. "Should die where you stand."

"Is that so." Zara fell to his knees when his abyssal friend did not support him. "Then it's true."

"You should... but you did not." added. "You did not die. I did not drown. We did not lose. That is what makes us immortal."

"Zara..." The iron giant wheezes a visible sigh, in the form of bubbles rising to the light far above. "This pain is unlike you."

"Pain?" asked Zara, thoroughly bamboozled.

laid his arm down for Zara to see. When he opened his hand, rusty coins mixed with shiny new ones. Coins with various insignia, some he recognized from Zaun, others that resembled the serpentine coin that Captain was messing around with.

"This is payment..." He rummaged out all of the rusty coins so that only the shiny ones remained. "My payment."

"Huh?"

gazed into the rays of light beaming from the surface. "In destroying the beasts down below, I protect those who dwell above. In their recognition, they offer coin for my troubles."

Zara stood conflicted. "So... That's what it was."

The stories he heard were far different from what his friend assumed. Rather than a token of gratitude, it was more like a sacrificial coin. A hero of the deep? Maybe not. Yet there is some truth in this. So, Zara did not deny it.

Scratching his shoulder in doubt, Zara asked, "What's the point of getting paid like this if you'll never use it?"

"Hoho! Hmm..." anchors his anchor in the seabed. "Are you certain?"

rests his giant anchor on his shoulder pointing out, "I am too dense to swim up there, but I can climb."

His giant fingers sifted through the rusty coins and picked one shiny coin to present, glistening despite the darkness that surrounds us.

"I collect coin in hope that I may buy myself a drink and a room to sleep in, once I have reached the surface."

A fleeting dream, but it is one that Zara supported.

"That's if you find someone up there who can make you human."

"Mmm..." The super-sized suit grumbled as he tilts his head down to look Zara in the flame. "Do I?"

...

"Do you? What the hell are you talking about? You do want to be human right."

"Mmm. Indeed, but do I... need to be? Man is more accommodating that you think."

That is something Zara cannot deny. Despite clearly being a ghost, he found it quite easy to walk down the streets of Zaun freely. It was one of the more shady of places, but that freedom was unprecedented in his time. Coming out of the war against the Void, then Darkin, came with the idea that all things strange were lethal. While Zara would have none of that, it was an inevitable truth for many of his people. Yet as he walked through Zaun, finding augmentations is not a rare sight. The strange was everywhere, the strange was... normal.

"I know, I will find my place on the surface one day." gazed into the light above as the final fish fell. "Even if that day is not today. My fight is... far from over."

Zara admired his hope. was always the more anguished of the two. It was fascinating to see how the tables have turned... or the tides as this cliched colossus would say.

"I wish I could still be as hopeful as you."

"Oh?" He reared his giant body close, inches away from Zara. "But you are."

Zara received a giant poke from as he was booped at the heart by  giant index finger.

"This pain you feel..." rumbled as he leered at Zara overflame. "Is guilt. The unshakable grief that refuses your well-being."

"It is an anchor," Slammed on the ground directly behind Zara, the hook wrapping around Zara's body halfway. "And it weighs heavily on your soul."

"I know, because for the longest time..." His voice dulled in admission of submission. "That is was what kept me chained to these depths."

"You were betrayed, it was not your fault."

"That is what I told myself all the time. I still believe it to this day." Looking beyond Zara at the massive merged monster mash. "These thoughts only brought death. While this battle serves as the mark of my perseverance, "

was despondent as he remembered his desperate struggle. "One time I came to the surface."

On that day he could not see. The world was a blur, as if taking off the ocean glasses that gave the titan sight.

"It was a dark time. Cloudy with smog everywhere. Like walking through smoke, if smoke didn't burn your eyes."

That day was a struggle, a struggle as great as the one that just transpired.

"Fighting, as usual. Fighting for survival, yet this day was much worse. These monsters were not content, sparring in the depths. The abyss was rising."

The abyss did not rise, but the fishes did conglomerate. Schools of catastrophe, without room at the bottom, swarmed upward--filling the ocean beyond the abyssal boundary, that does not contain it.

"For the first time in a long time, I did not fear for my own life. My fear was for the lives above. Beings like us can bear this burden, for all we have lost. However, those more fortunate would lose everything, becoming something even worse. No matter how brave man should be, no man should face this kind of fear."

"It takes a monster to know such horror." Zara comments.

"And a monster should be the one to drag them down..."

So he rose to the surface, swimming and climbing. Latching onto the monsters who climbed to propel himself upward, he dragged them down doing so. Repeating this until he reached the surface, witnessing a large lump that floated upon the surface.

If decades had not passed, perhaps he would have realized...

"Yet the one I brought down that day were not monsters, but men."

Zara was overwhelmed as he remembered the horrid cries that weeped throughout Zaun, as he fled his own apocalypse. "No, please... I'm sorry, go on."

was even more downtrodden now as he continued, "Yes, it's true. I smashed into a damn boat. The worst way to breach sea level. The world was a blur, so I did not even know. There was so much noise, yet the world sounded smaller. Though I heard the screams of men loud and clear, I believed it was due to the presence of monsters that broke through surface. Yet..."

drops his anchor, as he couldn't bear its weight. "No fish rose to the surface. The monster... I was the monster."

Zara was shook to the core, tripped as he was walking away--slowly falling to the ocean floor.

"I would never have known if it were not for the sailor who scoffed at me."

reached his hand outward and clasped something as if to crush it in his palm. "I held what I believed to be a monster, but-" He let go of his strained grasp as he continued, "It was the captain, he said. My... my tithe."

The titan heard the desperate sailor dive away into that dark sea, even if he couldn't see it. He looked at his hand, clutching that blurred beast he believed and brought it close to his gleamings eyes. It was only then that he finally had his clarity. A panicked man, desperate to survive, was what he saw. He loosened his grasp as he released the man into the world beyond his vision.

rumbled, deplored at his foolhardy negligence, uttering only two words, "I'm... sorry."

Appalled, astonished, awed, but most importantly, enlightened, they rose up from the ground they fell upon. Walking up to the Iron Giant, and laid their left hand on his suit.

"It's ok." Zara and the captain said.

Just like that, their enlightenment channeled into himself. His determination waning, yet his mind was calmed, his fury sated by forgiveness.

looked up above, in the blurry ocean sky. The blood faded away and the sky was cloudy and blue, in his point of view.

"I came from the abyss and brought the abyss with me. There is not much I can do, but still..." reached until he grabbed what he believed to be the ship's mast and uprooted it, alongside the planks below it. He chopped it down to the size of a small crude raft and tossed it into the ocean.

"If you want to live, I will drag the abyss down, to where I belong: the ocean depths." gazed into the ocean, though he could not see it, he could sense the presence of evil. "I cannot do more than this. Yet even so, I refuse to drag sailors to the deep end. Sailors sail on the surface, divers are the ones who go deep."

"He had a gun." added. "Yet not once did he shoot a monster like me. I don't understand that to this day."

Zara didn't even ponder it for even a second when he replied, "Well, he was praying for a miracle and he got one. Why would he shoot you?"

turned to Zara, confounded by his reasoning.

"Well, just think simply for a second," Zara began to explain. "Why do people waste coins on the water?"

"To appease The Bearded Lady."

"No, you buffoon. That's only here in Bilgewater. I'm talking in general."

fell deeper in his dumbfounded state. "Why? What even comes before that?"

Zara sighs, disappointed at the fact a docks dweller didn't know something so simple.

"It's something everyone does, even the youth: a wish. You never heard of a wishing well? You toss a coin into the well, and you pray for good luck. Is that not the same concept as tossing a coin as an offering to The Bearded Lady?"

mind was opened as he gained insight he never considered up until now. He pondered it more and more. The more the giant pondered it, the larger his mind opened. A universe of possibilities he never even fathomed opened before him, and all he could do was smile.

"Hah, HAHAHA! HOHO! BAHAHAAHA!" laughed for a good long time before he finally said, "Wow! I can believe it."

...

"Hmm? What? Believe what?"

laid his index finger on Zara's shoulder. "That I am a wish-bearer."

peeled away from Zara and grabbed as many coins as he could carry in the palms of his hand, presenting to Zara thousands of coins.

"All these coins are wishes from the surface. Wishes for good tidings. Wishes for good catches. Wishes for safe travel. Wishes for great battle. I understand now... The Bearded Lady stopped bothering me when we kept the ocean safe. That's because even she knew, that we survivors are here as wish-bearers. Why must we move as the Lady demands?"

hoisted the coins upward. "Because there is so much to do! Even if we want to die ourselves... The dreams of others are scattered all around us. Fulfilling those is enough reason to live, because fulfilling these wishes would take countless lifetimes."

Zara was happy, glad that his friend was glad. That even in his bitterness, he could still inspire others.

"This is why you are adored Zara." turned to Zara with surrounding coins falling around him. "You see things others cannot. You do things others would not. The acts that people want to do, but choose not to in fear."

"Even in times where you seem to have lost your mind. There is a small, vague part of you that shines through. Anyone who sees this will immediately come to understand, because in your insanity lies the will of mankind." The Iron Giant pats Zara's back real hard. "You might be insane, but you are humane. People lookup to that devotion and hope to be a part of such greatness. That hope is a beacon that shines through dark times. The mark of a true king, fearless in the face of danger."

"You may have lost your crown, but you have not lost your light."

It was then Zara remembered something obvious, that he had forgotten: his purpose as a king. A man whose hopes and dreams lie within the pride of his people, their pride in him.

He remembered something so obvious that he felt foolish to forget. He was planning on detracting from the mistakes of succession and legacy, that kingdoms of his era had fell victim to, all for this very reason. A king that his people could not take pride in had no right to be a king, much like when he faltered at the end of his life.

Yet even so, Zara knew that it was not exactly the way his friend has perceived.

"I'm not as determined as you'd think I am." Zara humbly admits. "I do fear, but I am not afraid of fear. I am afraid of guilt. I am disgusted by those with a face full of regret and doubt. That is why I help people who panic. I am livid when I don't. It pisses me off to no end and it terrifies me."

"This was my greatest concern as a king. I want my people to be happy. I wanted my kingdom to become a place of freedom, where people could do things they couldn't before. A place where the impossible becomes possible. One where people had so many choices laid out in front of them, that they would instead be concerned with what choices to make instead of what choices are feasible."

Zara's arm shook as he clawed at his missing arm in pain.

"Yet this came with so much failure. I, stuck in a constant cycle of failure and redemption, gained an acute awareness of shortcoming. A worrisome question gnaws at me every time I think about my failure. What kind of shit will I be in when I don't know what to do about my failure?"

The iron giant's back cast a shadow over Zara as if was gazing at something far away that Zara could not see. Yet in truth, was staring at nothing at all. He merely looked forward, as Zara looked back.

"So, this is the folly of respect. Who knew?" The titan deliberated. Turning to face Zara, he continued, "How attentive are you when smashing a swarm of fish?"

"Quite."

"Quite aggressive at that. So should you not be attentive in all situations?"

posed a question that Zara was asked of by a certain someone, who was very close to him in life. Yet she didn't quite give him the straight answer he was looking for, at least would.

"Just as you look back on your problems, you should look forward to what comes next. To not acknowledge our failure is foolish. However, to not look at where you are headed, due to the shock of what was left behind... nothing is more ludicrous."

stomped the ocean floor in his frenzy, sending shockwaves that pulsed outward throughout the ground.

"Worrying about such trifles did not get us out of this hell. It kept us bound. We may not have had favorable positions, cucked by our choices, abandoned by our past. Yet we didn't cry over our horrid situation, facing a plague of the damned fish! We did not die. We did not drown. We did not lose. What did that mean to you, Zara?"

How ironic. The iron giant used Zara's own words against him. Reiterating as if he had forgotten his own advice, Zara proclaimed, "I cannot die, I will not drown, and I cannot lose. That is what it means."

"On . We move " gaze trails toward the coins scattered across the ground, and Zara's gaze followed. "Even if it takes countless lifetimes. So, long as you become your own beacon of hope. No matter how dark you past may be, people will flock toward your light."

picks up a radiant coin in the abyss. "Even a small light, can illuminate the darkest place."

Zara paused for a while, admiring the peace among what used to be a chaotic battleground for a bit longer, realizing what he must do. Nothing could absolve him of his crimes. Not even his so called redemption that he completed in life. He realized this, yet absolving such deeds were unnecessary. They were a permanent part of the past, and bringing lives back... doesn't come easy. Zara simply needed to become an inspiration much greater than his crime. Not as a means of masking his failure, but as an attempt to acknowledge it.

"A beacon of hope... a wish-bearer I see." Zara jokingly mentions as smirks. "Well I must say, that is something quite suitable for a king. I'll keep that in mind as I make way to my final destination."

"And that is?" perked up when Zara had a destination in mind.

"The damned Shadow Isles."

grew grim upon hearing the name. "Inevitable."

"Man, it'll be a pain in the ass walking there though." Zara complains childishly as the Iron Man walked toward him ironically.

"Excuse me? Walking?"

"Well yeah. I gotta get there somehow."

slapped his head. "You do know this is a dock right?"

"Right, but they didn't let me get a boat. So it's walking for me."

"Don't you think the situation has changed now?"

"Eh, why would it?"

banged his head on his anchor. "You literally saved all of Piltover from the fucking fish, of course things have changed!"

"Well... I didn't do that much really-"

"What the hell do you mean you didn't do shit?! Look at these FISH!" jerked his arm so abruptly, that his anchor slipped and impaled Cthulhu in the tentacle. "We beat the crap out of them, hundreds, thousands of them! The landlubbers had hell dealing with three fish."

"Well it wasn't just three fish-"

"Compared to what we had to deal with, they didn't do shit!"

"Hey! That blimp was kinda cool though."

"It is cool admittedly... if it didn't blast sound at us while we were fighting."

"I didn't mind."

"Well, I did. It still rings in my ears. Don't you know sound is louder and travels farther in water?"

"Anyways, what the heck is your point man?"

"My point? It's obvious, ask them for a damn boat!"

The armored abomination was absolutely aggravated. His anger was clear as his eyes glared harshly, igniting his whole body in a red sheen. Steam spewed out of his suit, scorching the cold ocean much like volcanic vents. Zara didn't really mind walking the sea floor at all, since that was all he did for too many centuries. Yet he didn't have it in him, to ignore his friend's simple request over something so petty. Scratching the collar around his neck, Zara gave into his demands.

"Well, if you insist." Zara wasn't exactly excited about facing a group of people who knew how catastrophic he truly is. It was confirmation for their biases against him, which would also be reflected in. "Are you certain that I can get a boat so easily?"

"Well," wheezes an exasperated sigh, punching Cthulhu in the eye as he tears his anchor out of his tentacle. "You'd be surprised."

"I guess I will be." Zara walks up Cthulhu's head and has a good look at the incredulous carnage they both carried out. "The shit we pull off always surprises me. Speaking of which, you've been doing this on your own that whole century we seperated?"

"That's right." affirms climbing up Cthulhu's head, anchoring his face as support. "What else is there to do?"

"That's interesting," Zara laughs as he recalls a trivial fact. "They called this the Conqueror's Seas before right? That's why I decided to conquer the ocean floor to breach the surface."

"Really? Well, what about it?"

"I guess if you were here, protecting people this whole time. I guess it wouldn't be wrong to call it the Guardian's Seas."

"Hoho!" chortled amused at the idea of being the ocean's wishing well. "Although I like the sound of that, it'll have to be when you are dead and gone."

"I'm dead already." Zara pointed out quite frankly as he sat on anchor. "Now, I just need to be gone."

"Well then," swings the anchor around in a circle, with Zara still latched onto it. Employing their technique to catch the fastest of abyssal fish, spins with tremendous torque, creating absurd centrifugal force, to launch Zara to the surface. "Get going already!"

Just as was about to slow down, Zara flies off of the anchor, rising at the scale of 420 knots. Yet, to escape the ocean floor, it would take a hell of a lot more than that to breach the surface in good time. As the water burned around him at such tremendous velocity, Zara broke into the ocean of mana to skip two kilometers through the ocean. Doing this five times in a row, Zara shattered the ocean surface in the span of a mere ten seconds.

Blazing through the sky, Zara was met with many surprised faces. He came crashing down into the harbor, at a speed that should break anyone's bones, it broke the ground after all--which peeved the construction workers even more than they already were. It was as he expected, Zara saw fear in their eyes. A ghost comes out of the ocean and crashes into your land, what else would you think? Zara's arm shook as he was regretting his very decision to ascend. The monster met malice with malice. Yet, a bystander lady broke through the crowd, shoving everyone away to move forward, but tripping as she came out of the crowd.

Bowing before him, bruised from the fall. "Thank you!"

The sudden appreciation, caught everyone off guard, especially Zara.

"I don't know if this means anything, but you saved my husband. Please take from me, whatever you'd like."

"Eh?" Take from her? Wait, slow your roll woman!

"Sandra, what the fuck are you doing? Get out of here with your damned superstitions!" A man barked, as he pulled Sandra away from the ghost.

"We must appease the spirits of the drowned." The crazy woman named Sandra yells, "We need a sacrifice!"

"SACRIFICE?! HOLD UP!" Zara was getting scared, even though everyone else were supposed to be scared of him.

As gazed up at the thousands of glimmering stars that scattered across the ocean's surface, he remembered the captain's last words as he dove into the ocean from that horrible shipwreck. He huffed a relieved sigh as if he finally realized that he was not lost anymore, that he was walking along the right path. It was only two simple words, yet they carried the weight of a thousand.

"Thank you."

It was the weight of those words that allowed to drag down one hundred-thousand of abyssal void to the ocean floor.

Go now, Brish'Nakov


 * 'twas a time of despair.
 * Our king and queen are proclaimed dead.
 * When all was lost. We were all abandoned.


 * Fear of magic, fear of crisis, fear of death and flame for all.
 * Fear of magic, fear of crisis, fear of pain for all who suffer.
 * Fear of magic, fear of crisis, fear of guilt and shame for all.
 * Fear of magic, fear of crisis, fear of the rain.


 * We will reach Bilgewater. We sail strong, onward.
 * Struggle, smite it, fight it, don't give up!
 * You fine with drowning?
 * We will reach Bilgewater. We sail strong, onward.
 * Our land may have fallen now, but our people find a way out.


 * Go now, Brish'Nakov.
 * Set sail to the other side.
 * Go now, Brish'Nakov.
 * Sailing toward another life.
 * Go now, Brish'Nakov. (Lead them to the other side,)
 * Set sail to the other side.
 * Go now, Brish'Nakov. (In Bilgewater.)
 * Sailing toward another life.


 * We have no time to be sad.
 * We must focus on ones who lived.
 * Because its us, the remnants of our kingdom.


 * Our kingdom can't fall,
 * So long as you all believe.
 * So long as you all are here.
 * Preserve, so our pride may live.
 * Our kingdom can't fall,
 * So long as you all believe.
 * So long as you all are here.
 * Preserve so our pride may live.


 * Can you see, over there.
 * Struggle, smite it, fight it, don't give up!
 * We reach the shore.
 * Our struggle finally paid us off.
 * Now our people found a way out.

The Abyssal Void is Zara's name for The Watchers and their monstrosities made from portals at the bottom of the sea.

"I'll make one myself"

Ewe Deer

The Worries of Woman

Gabriel Devoue and Evangeline Descartes.

She is the darkness that protected Zara all this time.

"I should have known. The good ones are always taken."

"An emperor once told me, a ruler must never let prospects destroy one's respect."

"Rage was his final memory. So, all he knows is war."

"You want to play games? Well where's your dice?"

"Won't roll with your dice? Can't roll with no dice."

"I'll only be satisfied, with your disenthronement."

"I would have walked there..." Zara looked back at the crimson ocean. "Since I'm dragging someone else along, I will get a boat to the Shadow Isles. Otherwise-" An anchor comes crashing down beside him, chained to The Titan in The Depths. Turning towards the bewildered crowd, the monster laughs then proclaims, "We will kill everyone here."

The denizens of Piltover quake in fear, while the bilgerats snarl, prepared to take the challenge. Suddenly, Captain froze all time with the snap of his fingers made his decree. "Prepare to set sail for The Shadow Isles." Surprise swiftly transforming to disgust, the privateers turned towards the captain. "What the hell are ye waiting for? Get to it!" Captain barked and the privateers of Piltover joined his crew in preparing the King's Crusade for the voyage.

"Captain Captain? You're not seriously givin' into this freak are ye?" one of the Captain's pirates ask.

"Men," Captain begins, to address the entire crew. "It is one thing to screw with annoying trash. It's another to fuck with The Titan, Guardian of the Seas." Slamming the deck, Captain causes everyone to jump as he continues saying, "If we don't die here, we'll die to the monsters in the sea. Whatever tides come our way, sailing with this hooligan at least means that we'll be safe from the gods of the Challenger Seas. Or are ye afraid of a bunch of ghosts eh?"

"No, Captain!"

"Good." Captain Captain smirks and affirms, "Set aside those worries. With the Guardian and the Conqueror with us, we got nothin' to fear."

"Don't get all chummy with me. That sword was used to slay giants," Zara forebodes the meaning behind the sword. "So too shall I become a giant. What I offer you is a bad memory. A memory of how I ruined my own kingdom."

"You have stolen my kingdom from me. The next time we meet, I will be here to reclaim my land. I will be here to shatter these horrible memories." The man gets as stiff as those around him. "Regardless of its effects, I am not proud of the tragedies I cause. So, the question remains: Will I conquer my memories or will these memories conquer me?"

A banshee charges towards the blasphemer. Her advance is halted by his hand on her gentle face. A chord was struck when the monster became a maiden. The ballad sung to the transformation into divinity.

"I shall unveil this travesty. You are all just angels in disguise."

It was only then that the mind was opened to the curse that lay before them. What is the secret to this miracle? It is something he needed to know. "You will impart such wisdom merely on the grounds that I leave them be?"

"Indeed."

The bishop of death is flabbergasted by his lax demeanor. "This is groundbreaking knowledge you are sharing here."

"Yes, I am well aware. However, the act of sharing knowledge is as simple as it sounds." Zara gives the ghost a thumbs up. "Also, It is to my benefit if you keep a record of what I have done here."

The bishop strokes his skull. "Oh, is that so?"

"It is so." Zara firmly clenches his fist. "Let this be the greatest tale upon the isles, and I shall conduct myself in a manner befitting of such a tale."

"You would breathe life into this dead nation?" The skeptical ghost of a bishop questions, unable to wrap his mind around the concept.

"Breathe Life? Hah! As if I even need to," Zara scoffs at his clear uncertainty. "You are filled with Life, more than you know. No, what I'll do is much simpler."

Zara beams as he slams his chest. With one strike, he reached a divine state as his blue glow now shifting into a white aura. "I'll show this world what it means to be alive!"

The bishop was moved so deeply by these words. Never before was a man willing to embrace death, so as to look forward to such a beautiful prospect. To think in death, one comes even closer to life. A marvelous irony. That is our destiny.

"Ah, such a wondrous turn." He basks in the divine mystery of what life and death. "Yes, I shall put you in my book. As regrettable as letting the sheep wander beyond this miracle, this world must bear witness to the miracle of death, and now the miracle of life. I hope you live up to your word self-proclaimed king."

So the king bids farewell to his entourage as I take their place. To so brazenly present life in the prospects of death shows his gall. Yet not as a denial to our ideals, rather an amendment to append. If he would so brazenly waltz past an undead nation to a dream we could not even see, perhaps he may usher a revolution against this era of stagnation and death. Now now, how will your story unfold, you cryptic king?

"You call yourself the warden for hell? Don't spout such fraudulence." plummets further into the ground. "You've never seen hell. You've never seen me."

"If you've proven anything, you've shown how unworthy you are." He is driven into the soil as his bones crackle under the immense flame of the king's awful aura. "Your cowardice is unacceptable. Your tactics are tactless. Your methods: useless."

The victim gazed upon the blinding blaze of rabid righteousness. Beyond the weight of the reverent revenant was drawn a sigil that made known the doom that would come soon.

"No one will cry when you die." A piercing gaze by the flame into the eyes of he who is to be shattered. "Not even you it seems."

A furious torrent of pressure consumed what was left of the chain warden's life. His existence, engulfed by the chaotic streams of sigils struck down the structure of the soul. What remained was not a soul at all.

The glyph died when he died, bringing with it a final stream of life that smothered the ground and rolled across the land. The only thing that remained of the chain warden was his hook and his lantern, whose glow serves as a reminder of his existence.

Then the divine shooter turned his back towards Zara. Before he left, he turned to him and asked, "How long have you been around?"

Zara counts the days passed. In recollection the life he lived thus far, Zara claims that he's lived, "About a week now."

"Is that so..." The hardened man looked at the gun he clenched in his right hand. "Then, you haven't lived long enough to know."

What could be there to know? Zara looked towards the gunslinger for this answer as the man walks away, fading into the shadows of these isles.

"You think she's gone, but you're wrong." He raises the divine gun with his right hand, in farewell, stating, "She's always with you, wherever you go."

Zara questioned the unwavering confidence the man had in those final words. The black mist eased into the atmosphere and the lights started to flicker as the ethereal flames of Zara returned. "Demacia..." Zara utters subconsciously. Zara wondered why this came to mind, but as he stared at the light glowing brighter in his arm, he realized the reason. "Even in death, your light never fades."

"You're vigorous foreign soul. It would be such a waste... How about this." The helm-locked specter posed quite a toxic proposition for me as she rose another archaic assegai. "Walk with me for an eternity through hell, or your soul shall be rendered inside out."

It was just his luck that he would meet yet another slippery fellow. "Hah... Is this how it ends?" Zara's endurance has run out, and a thousand spears have struck my soul. While he may not have felt all of them directly, now that his sense returned, his end is set in stone. Those lances shall tear him asunder.

"I've walked for a long time now. Heck, I think centuries passed before I came ashore." It's such a funny proposition really, but it's interesting nonetheless. Zara extends his arm, embracing fate. "To give me a choice, when there is none, is truly an honorable respect. Let's see what the heck it means to walk beside you."

She clenched her fist in dismay as the javelin pierced the air. "You..." The lance is driven into the ground that lay before me. "I don't get you at all." The specter accused me with another spear pointed my way as she yelled, "You're not taking me seriously at all, are you?"

"Of course I am!" the wounded beast bellows. "Are you calling me weak? I put a lot of effort into those swings I'll have you know."

"I know who you are! You could have killed me many times."

"Hoh..." Zara's interest was piqued as he took a step towards the spear to examine it. "So, you know of my strength. Unfortunately, I have gotten a lot weaker so I can't fight the same way I used to. Also... well, I can't let that happen again."

"Don't lie to me old man." Zara froze. "If you took me seriously, you would consider me your enemy. You didn't fight me as an enemy. I know, because you refuse to mention hell."

Zara locks eyes with the her, but she casts her eyes away. "It's only a term for enemies, because no average life ever deserves to know such tragedy."

"That's right," Zara affirms, firmly grasping the spear. "Little one."

The helmed specter fidgets in a nervous reaction to an old name. It should be a happy reunion, but it also should have been a happy reunion. It wasn't before, and it isn't now.

"Have you come..." Zara starts to break the ice, only to freeze over saying "To enact vengeance upon me?"

She raises her eyes at the spears that still lay within his gut. "Why did you come back my lord?" With stern eyes burning it's ethereal light, she fiercely inquires, "Have you come for the queen?"

A sustained silence filled the land.

"You've seen the queen?"

Frowning sternly, she declares, "No, sire."

A similar silence sustained in suspense.

"Is that so."

"You need to stop your search."

"I already have." Zara declares in blunt force.

"You have?" Her challenging posture shifted slightly to a skeptical pose. "Why did you come back my lord?"

"Don't repeat yourself." Zara warns with an accusing point. "I've come to undo a tragedy."

"Not the tragedy of our kingdom?"

"Our kingdom?" Zara impugns the ignorance. "You mean their kingdom?"

Her eyes widen, and then settles upon realizing that the passage multiple centuries would naturally affect the monarchy.

"I'm here to fix this tragedy," Zara clarifies by pointing to the soil. "The tragedy of this land."

"Guh." She scoffs immediately. "There you go, chasing the impossible yet again."

With a scorned grasp she stresses, "Your pride got me killed. Do you think I'll forgive you for this? Do you think those here will? They are not. This will not end well."

"That's right, little one." Zara concedes as he spins the spear upright. "This won't end well. It's destined not to."

The specter can't keep up the scorn as it sways into concern. "Not even a sliver of hope? This isn't like you old man."

"There is no pride." Zara gazes upon the barren lands. These lands used to be beautiful. His memories and the reality makes a stark contrast in perception. "My pride should have died when the queen did, but it didn't."

"I ruled under the premise that if there is something to do, it must be done. Born to apply to the theory that would explore all plausible scenarios. Yet, when love passed away, I could not find anything else to do. Just as I was about to accept this as destiny, you came along."

Zara turns back to the little one. "And you came bearing no news. How disappointing." The guilt seems to be tilting her head down. "But did you really have no news? I didn't believe it. You are too capable to have absolutely no news at all. Then he came and what do you know. You actually came bearing incredible news with inconvenient timing. However, in my mind, it was something to be done; so it must be done, right?"

Zara reaches towards his flame patting at air, forgetting that he no longer has a head to grasp. "However, this act was no act for benefit of society. It was my own selfish need for action. Why, huh? Simply because the theory cannot be applied. The scenario I underwent was never plausible: bringing the dead back to life. Yet, at the time, I still believed it was merely curing my love of her ailment."

"But she was dead."

"That's right, little one." Zara sighs heavily. "But she was dead. You came at a stage where I had my doubts. She did come to consciousness despite a lack of breathing beforehand. Who knows what could happen? To me, her condition was merely deteriorating rapidly. A lie of life perpetuated by my pride, the need to do something about this."

Holding the spear, he addresses it directly. "This is his, is it not?"

"Mmm," she verifies indirectly, wincing as she holds back her painful thoughts. "That is the spear of the betrayer. How could you tell?"

"How could I tell?" The king swings the spear around playfully. "In your power to manifest an infinite amount of spears. You-"

SHWING

The spear is slapped onto a rock. The steel tip vibrated on its impact, emphasizing the engravings that mark a spear of The Iron Order.

"Give me an original. How could I not know? He was the one who remained with me in long time you were away."

"He's a backstabber," she berates the traitourous wretch. "Lord, excuse the informality, but I believe you should have never trusted him. That man plagued you with insanity."

"Hah, he plagued me? No, you've got it wrong." Zara firmly acclaims. "We are the plague if you believe this plague to be insanity. While I have deemed him insane for as far as is known, that has no correlation with me. I was insane since the day I was born."

"No, no, don't say such things about yourself milord. You've always had strong judgment for as long as I've known, even in the village-"

"Which is your flaw." Zara interjects. "I have lived longer than you. In the time you do not know is where anyone could agree that I was nothing but insane. You may know it as ambition. It is more like recklessness far beyond. Heck, it was catastrophe. If you want to imagine it, just think of all of my personal military campaigns."

"I wouldn't say it's unimaginable, but I do have strength beyond reason."

"Want to know why justice is just?" ... "Well, it just is."

...

"Justice is something obvious. It's stupid, but that way even dumbasses can get it. Justice is something so clear that you'd need your brain checked if you didn't know it."

"Pfft, garbage. What do you do when someone disagrees?"

... "Unfortunately, people shun that person."

"See what I mean! You can't expect everyone to rally together under a single idea."

"You can't?" ... "When a whole nation starves. People will work together to get more food than if they worked alone."

"Well yeah, but-"

"This is exactly what I mean by obvious. Acts of justice are matters everyone agrees will benefit everyone."

"Well, something like that is too limited."

"That's right."

"How is it possible for this kingdom to even function under such a limited scope?"

"It doesn't."

...

"Rather than trying to meet such a limited scope. People rather cut corners." ... "They altered the definition of justice. More specifically the part about everyone."

... "There is a constant struggle of the divide of 'them' and 'us.' So, when a single man does not agree with the justice of the entire community, he becomes one of 'them.' An outcast, shunned from society."

"Damn, and you're okay with that?"

"Nope, not at all." ... "It's fucked up, but that's just how it is. Justice is too small. A society could never function under something this inflexible."

... "Aren't we at the forefront of it all?" ... "We claim to fight for 'justice,' but how the hell can we if we are always fighting a war against someone else. Against 'them?'"

"Hah, you'd think so." ... "Hell, even I thought it was impossible myself. It was only until he joined us in battle that I realized it was actually the opposite."

"Who?"

"Hah, our king of course!"

"Wh- You fought with King Zara?" ...

... "That's right, our one and only beloved lord."

... "Holy shit, what was he like? Is he truly as powerful as the people say?"

"Yes- actually no. To be frank, he's a hell of a lot stronger."

"No- Impossible!" ... "I mean, the stories are exaggerated already. How the hell can one man crush castle walls?"

"I recall that story. In fact, that was the battle I fought alongside him."

"Seriously?!"

"Yes." ... "Thing is, castle walls is a massive understatement. The 'castle' walls were more like a mountainside. The kingdom we sieged was carved into the cliff of a mountain."

"What the-"

"Since the gates were heavily guarded, he literally crushed a tunnel to the back of their kingdom."

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"I couldn't believe it either, that guy is an absolute madman." ... "Though, it's not his strength that made me understand the meaning of justice. Rather, it was his odd sense of mercy."

...

"Strike at their purpose, not their throats he'd say-"

"I thought it was, 'strike at their hearts.' Wasn't it?"

"Well, people took that too literally, so he changed the phrase. In any case, the intent is quite clear. If they have no purpose to fight, they will not fight." ... "What's funny is that he joined us in war simply for an act of diplomacy. That tunnel he carved out is actually the trade route we get most of our refined stone from."

"That's beyond impressive." ... "However, what does he do differently when forced to fight?"

"I knew you'd ask that." ... "It's quite hard to explain. He is quite merciless in a battle. However, he fights in a way goes beyond respect to complete devotion."

"Uh..."

"Yeah, I'm sorry if that answer doesn't satisfy you. It's just that he seems terribly inconsistent. One battle he is hand-holding his opponent through a fight. Another battle he fights like a furious berserker. The conclusion never changes though. He creates lifelong allies from heinous enemies."

"Even after fighting like a madman?" ... "I can't even imagine it."

"To be frank, you'll never understand it hearing it from me or anyone else. Maybe you'll get the chance to find out what I mean fighting alongside him in the future. However, I'm convinced that the only way to truly understand him," ... "Is to stand against him, directly. I pray for anyone who's willing to test the edge of his blade."

When death approached and consumed me. The souls coursing through me wept. A melancholic tune for the moment we would all perish. But we did not die. We cannot die. We are already dead. In fact, I have never felt more alive than I do right now.

I do not remember this song. This song had no notes and played on its accord. A free song unbound by the sheets that record its patterns. A song that was no longer a pattern, but a story: his story. A ballad was born and it was written in white on blue. It was a song about how death became life. Each soul another stanza for the song of resurrection. A song that flowed like water, but was not.

Furgertech's Mist Breaker and Hallowed Soldiers

It was much heavier, much denser. As the song continues, so does the weight of its verse. There was nothing heavier than this one verse. There is nothing heavier than the universe. This weight became a blinding reality. This reality flowed through my veins. Within me were Life Veins, flowing like rivers. I could feel the weight of the world quite literally. A burden, I know, I must carry, and so I said,

"I cannot die, not while there is Life within me." As I was the composer for the Ballad of Streams. Based on the true stories of the Universal Will of Mankind. Based on John 1:4-5.

"I have freed you from your pain. Now it is your turn." Zara hunches back as an explosive force launches the gigantic sword into the starry sky. The regal roars a resounding resolution, "LIBERATE SUFFERING FROM THIS LAND!"

The sword slows its ascension towards the cosmos as it arcs into a meteoric skyfall. When that sword made contact with the ground, there was no crater. Only a shockwave that swept through the entire island. As the monument was erected just a few yards shy of the sacred tree, Zara sighed his breath of life. "Do this in memory of me."

At that moment, life filled the isles, blessing it with its divine light. Although I could not see it, I could feel the light fade. Yes, I know it will fade, just like I am. So I make my way towards the light, before we fade into darkness.

"Mordekaiser, I am a selfless king, but even so..." Zara's life fades into the air as he speaks, like a breath of vapor in a cold world. "You've done this more times than me. Will you bring me back to life when I leave this world?"

The metal man observes how his own curse gnaws away at the threads of life that binds Zara to this world. A curse he cannot undo regretfully, so the kaiser repays the man with a promise. "Live your new life under me, and I'll reserve a seat for you in my vast kingdom."

"Not a kingdom," Zara interjects to make the bold correction. "An empire."

Zara trudges along arduously with his limbs corroding ever so slowly. "Reserve a kingdom for me and I shall protect it with my life. My life shall become your kingdom immortal. I look forward to seeing your land expand. Show this world a truly harrowing experience."

With that, Zara moves on. Carrying his own curse, he went out to the place of the sword. The place they call, 'Rex Requiem.' There he is laid to rest, between two sources of life. One sword, and one tree, with him in the middle. Based on John 19:16-18

"Was it worth it?"

"Heh" ... "Of course it was worth it."

...

"Zara is the kind of guy to do life changing things and not even realize it. Man, he's too short-sighted."

...

"But this time, he could see it." ... "Everything else that is."

"You gave up too much for this."

"He found me, didn't he?" ... "You see, I never doubted whether or not he would find me. I just..."

...

"I was afraid that he would forget everything else." ... "I don't want him to destroy the world just to find me. He's the kind of guy that would do just that."

"You know, he did do just that."

"Hah, I guess you could say that," ... "But it wasn't all on my behalf. He blew up the place for more reasons than one."

...

"Following him all this time, I could see his eyes were opened--looking right through to the heart and soul," ... "I admit, I got kind of jealous, but that's why I love him."

...

"I'm so proud of Zara." ... "Even when the world was set on bringing him to ruin. He still found time to find me."

"Dry those tears. You're wasting your energy."

...

"Take care of him, will you?"

"Of course." ... "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to stick around a bit longer."

"Really now? You are insistent on not joining me, huh."

"I know, it's selfish. Oh, and don't tell him about this."

"Seriously?" ... "Do you think it's okay to leave him in the dark?"

"Nope. It's definitely not okay," ... "But I want to give him the biggest surprise when he comes back. Until then, I'm going to make sure he has a home to come back to."

...

"Ever the optimist."

"Ah, not really. Zara just brings it out of me."

...

"Even now, I find that anything I do for my love," ... "Is always worth it."

Rage of a Ruined King

Closure of The Cryptic King

Phase 2, against The Phantom Brigade. The Will of Mankind vs. The Will of Mankind.

"Heed the throne, piece among you.

Hear the call, Prince of Glory.

Here he comes! Feel this fury.

Heed the throne, King of-

SHADOW ISLES." 

"CRAWL, he who stops in solitude."

"CRAWL, he who stops this solitude." 

"CRAWL, he who stops in solitude."

"CRAWL, he who stops this solitude."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"Heed the throne, peace among you.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Hear the call, Prince of Glory.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Here he comes! He will teach you.

<p style="font-weight:400;">Here he comes, King of-

<p style="font-weight:400;">BLESSED ISLES."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the stalk brotherhood."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the strength of brotherhood."

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<p style="font-weight:400;">"CALL to the stalk brotherhood."

<p style="font-weight:400;">"Call to the strength of brotherhood."

The final chapter name: At the Garden


 * "To those of you who are musicians, send him off with a song as your king wanders to the afterlife."

I've spared their lives for this very purpose. Who would have thought it would have been a funeral pyre for another king? Your welcome... No. Thank you.

Though I fought for ages, I almost forgot the purpose of my war. It could only take the most merciful warmonger to see through me. A contradiction like me shouldn't exist, yet here you are--burning your life away. I cannot agree with your methods, but that must be my emperor's state of mind.

The strong should not serve the weak, the weak should not serve the strong. Every soul should serve oneself and unite to serve oneself even better. Though we may trample each other in our pursuit, that is the only way to create a strong nation. One that can slay the gods themselves. My nation is the mace, with the strength to crush the mighty.

If my nation is the mace, yours would be the hammer. The hefty tool which builds nations out of nothing. A nation of selfless souls that toils to build an eternal empire, one that only existed in my dreams. A nation that vows to never trample another for inefficient gains. A nation that dies in the present to live for the future.

For the epilogue, and the login screen.

Her Ballad of Streams is a memory of the Song of Sadness from the Legacy of Orpheus.  Which gives insight to her true name, which will never be revealed in the story. The sacred tree of the Blessed Isles is the Gateway of Heaven. Her song calls upon the angels to create.

Reminiscence

So, a song, flowed here just like the water in the wind. (Wake up.)

The mana that comes from within. (Can you feel me?)

(Come on Zara!)  Memories shown from the time.

(Can you feel me over there?)

Coming from the time that I died.

"Zara was all." In, her arms.

"All to..." Rests- "me..."

"My legs, his arm..." At this time,

"Calls," I rest...

"to," in...

"me." Peace.

"Through all," She saw the past that I kept hidden, deep inside thoughts overridden.

"Love and fear shall," Monster that I couldn't get rid of. Failure as husband I...

"Crawl. Through all..." Swept the world with painful lies. Hoping maybe we'd both die,

But it seems, through it all: You survived.

"Now go," Instead of giving into fate, living through those painful days.

"You'll always be at home..." You decided, to give, life a chance. Then you came back, and realized,

(I'll give it to you.) That it was I who saved your life.

"Please... come" Then, you gave, your life-

''"Back to me." ''

This song of a Seraph, has wrought a staff that's meant for me.

(My dearest love)

"Please come back to me."

So The jewel of,

you the crown that,

have we shared in life

set was sent to

me. (Come on, get up!)

Free

In fading, I see that, the light reached out a hand to me.

(My dearest love) Really now, to think that hand was really you.

(Wake up, I feel... I will give you anything) Tell me, Prophet, what did you do?

Why are we still here, just to suffer?

I'm humming in this moment, this moment in time.

I know we'll shine through the end of time, because

The universe really needs it.

Even though our light will decay.

"Everything is going to be okay."

Through all the strife that we deserved.

Life, itself, will be preserved.

Docks vs. Abyss

"Why, Under attack, the docks are, alarming ALL the nation.

is, Abyssal strike, the ships are, crushed by the FISH arriving.

he, Darkness attacks, the people, are fearing DEATH is coming.

'here? 'Under attack, they lash at, a baby NEAR the waters.

Did, Mom rushes out, to save her, baby from THE vile fish.

 I cause Dad rushes out, to save his, family GOing under.

 this Taking the fall, the man gets, sucked in by THE monster.

'mess? 'Is this the end, will the man, hero be KILLED-devoured?

'NO! 'Darkness spews forth, from Zara, angered by THE situation.

I People just watch, but they're not, trying to HELP the father.

will So Zara goes, disgusted, by foolish-FEAR of fishes.

not Zara seen worse, he is worse, he's what they're NOT afraid of.

stand Now riled up, his fire, burning with ZEAL and passion.

by as Proving his worth, he charges, through all the FLEEing people.

he gets They turn around, to see him, face every GHASTly monster.

mauled." Raising his arm, and his sword, to fight and SAVE the nation.

Screams, Damn I, got caught, now I'm, getting, PULLED under.

wails, She chops, at it, but it, is just, NOT working.

cries, Sorry, my love, I can't, hold on ANYmore.

dies Sorry child I, can't watch you GROWING.

as Hope closed, as I'm, absorbed, by this, HORror.

this world Light closed, the maw, creates, noxious, closure.

closed off Struggle, and fail, meager, power, can't REsist.

by the I give in but, then its skull OPENED.

LIGHT.

From Zara's The ghost from hell, came to me, bearing SHINING light.

(Through)

darkness, The same black light, but he was, the noble KIND.

( depths )

they were Reached his hand, to me, to bring me OUT the night.

(of )

'''enlightened. '''He's my King, and to him, I owe my LIFE.

(the )

He was When I reached back, the monster, seemed it didn't LIKE.

(sea)

'''true to his words. '''What he did, so it, closed its MAW on his thigh. 123 12 123456

(to save)

He conquered He grabbed my arm, and tugged, to get me OUT this crime.

( me.)

'''oceans. '''He spoke to me, and promised, "No one's gonna DIE."

Cleaving its skull, Zara threw the man out and so he charged through the maw of vile creature's resolve. It crunched a hole through Zara's crusty worn legs. Broken but unrelenting.

(Watch) Piercing its tounge,

(the) Zara lodged his sword in

(King's) to keep him in place,

(rising.) preparing a final gambit.

(Strength) With a loud roar,

(to) they felt the ocean parting,

(be-) Zara's voice rang,

(-lieve) out,

(in.) to the surface.

"(He is), (The CRYPTIC KING!) we're born to LIVE!

(He has come back home) We're not allowed (to restore his old legacy.) to drown here.

(We keep) All these years, of (surviving.) fighting hell!

(We'll live.) It does not (Stand up!) end here."

(Here comes the KING.)

(Narwhals, serpents, and Hydra come from under.) Piltovians and the Bilgerats fight as one. (With the Death Wryms swarming in, soon coming after.)

(This abyssal madness,) Raising arms (from VOID seems never ending,) to join in this epic war. (but mankinds' will is definitely stronger.)

(To save his kingdom)

(Gunshots, arrows,) An anchor plowed (the SIEGE of our survival.) the leviathan from the darkness. (That ignites a flame, burning through the water.)

(Hear the story,) "And from the depths of hell it seems ( of war from Piltover.) '' that we fight together again." ''(Passed down legacy--by the living father.)

"Prepare the  Oceans converged, then split out, as Zara chopped the Kraken.

cannons, Wurms tried to fly, Nautilus, anchored them to the bottom.

that is Cleaved by the sword, 10 yards high, slicing the very oceans.

an order." Empowering wrath, strength of will, survive abyssal torrent.

"We'll dye the Warriors above, like a storm, shot them with bolts of lightning.

ocean red." Axes and swords, to cleave Nashors, that tried to make a landing.

"With cannon With super sound, sonic cannons, mech to break through the waters.

FIRE!" Cannonball rain, to slay whales, as they were lobbed to the surface.

The Great Collapse of Zaun
 * 0:00 Evelynn dashes through empty streets in panic. A near escape from her clutches.
 * 0:14 The Black Mist pours in like a tidal wave, stretching beyond Evelynn.
 * 0:21 Evelynn transforms into her demon form to blitz past the darkness.
 * 0:27 She eventually reaches the complex bridges of Zaun with Zaunites casually strolling far below.
 * 0:40 Evelynn breaks past the Black Mist into the light of the crowd and disguises herself in the likeness of a rowdy thief. She weaves past the large bystanders elegantly.
 * 0:54 Evelynn begins scaling up the bridges, towards Piltovian heights.
 * 1:07 Her tattoo starts glowing.
 * 1:21 The number of people around her dwindle to nothing as her surroundings become darker.
 * 1:27 The tattoo reaches apex brightness as the Black Mist bursts with an explosion of light, stunning her. She recovers barely in time to avoid Zara's arm to clutch her in an Undying Grasp.
 * 1:37 Though Evelynn takes glee in the fact she evaded Zara, his hand slowly crashes into the ground with enormous force that sends her packing with its shockwave.
 * 1:47 Evelynn immediately sprints in fear as Zara slowly rises from the crater that is smoldering from radioactive decay. Zara takes his stances as he grabs his sword. Low thuds can be heard as Zara barrels towards Evelynn with tremendous momentum.
 * 2:07 Zara comes into view of Evelynn as he gains on her with profuse pressure that shatters the windows he passes by.
 * 2:13 Zara raises his moldy ornate sword with it's blade wrapping behind his flame as he charges in the likeness of a ninja.
 * 2:26 Zara's sword begins glowing from the flames of his life that engulfs his sword as he dashes in the night.
 * 2:33 The juxtaposition of his sword and the world becomes much greater as his sword reaches ultraviolet levels with pitch black surroundings.
 * 2:40 His sword grows in size as a brief flash of light reveals he is closing in 10 yards away from Evelynn.
 * 2:47 Another flash of light reveals that he is a mere 5 yards away from her. Yet, his visage is muddied in total darkness with the exception of jagged lines to delineate his malevolent force of will. The size of his sword begins stretches beyond the 5 yard disparity that divides them, and it shows no signs of stopping.
 * 2:52 The monumental claymore reaches full capacity, as it even clatters into wall opposite of his arm. Zara cleaves through the entire left wall of structures that topple upon the apocalypse that befalls the demon before him. Evelynn barely hurdles over the grandiose cleaver as she scalds herself from the blistering blight of pure light. She even topples, despite the blade missing her, as the blade comes crashing into the right wall again, forcing rooftops to crumble down upon her.
 * 2:59 The behemoth blade rises upon the shattered rooftops into the sky, as the blade sunders through the scenic household at the edge of Bridgewaltz and at the end of the line.
 * 3:06 Evelynn makes her miraculous escape as she is forced to take to the shadows to escape the claws of death once again.
 * 3:19 Evelynn strides out of the darkness, into the sunlight that beams upon the great market of Bridgewaltz through the intricate shadows that scatter upon the bazaar from the great bridges above.
 * 3:30 Just when Evelynn thinks she is finally safe within the midsts of the crowd, she notices the shadows spotting the stones becoming more numerous.
 * 3:40 With a roar and concerned looks of the Zaunites around, Evelynn gazes up in terror and awe as a tiny dot in the sky begins to blot out the entire sun.
 * 3:46 People around begin to panic and she stumbles upon realizing that the tiny dot ended up being his sword. Yet now, boasting the colossal size of an entire cruise ship. A cruise ship comet crashing down upon the bridges as Zara roars her name.
 * 3:59 Darkness engulfs the sky as the highest bridge comes toppling down from the weight of devastation, dragging down buildings that were supported by the bridge's structure. Evelynn falls into her demon form as she makes her descent into the depths of Zaun in hopes to avoid the metric ton rubble that is sure to come.
 * 4:12 Zara's descent from the heavens accelerates as Chem-Barons attempt to blow up the cruise ship comet with rockets and bombs that only serve to shroud the entirety of Zaun in rubble as even more bridges, buildings, monuments, and Zara come crashing down to hell. Evelynn can do little to evade the numerous projectiles, descending from the skies.
 * 4:19 Evelynn is struck by a corpse heaved by a misfired rocket. She is knocked back into the remains of a bridge jutting into her back.
 * 4:25 She is forced to gaze right up at the gleaming sword of judgement that is too close for comfort.
 * 4:32 The sword begins spiraling down to reach her as she resigns to her demise, falling into the deepest crystal caverns of Zaun.
 * 4:38 The comet explodes upon impact, leaving behind no trace of the enormous blade that came crashing into Zaun. Leaving behind a canyon in the catastrophe. A geological disaster that remains shrouded in mystery as it brings to the splendorous magic that will give rise to the fallen nation.

I feel my heart racing.

Don't know if he's chasing.

Can't stop now. Keep running.

Tattooed leg is showing.

Need to hide with something.

Is he even coming?

I think I have lost him.

Slow my pace, to rest...

0:14 Darkness is encroaching.

Death is surely coming.

Daylight dwarfed to nothing.

Gate to Void is opened.

0:21 Can't stop for a moment.

With this monster trailing.

Must escape their clutches.

I won't let her take me.

0:27 Passing through the ridges,

of Zaun's greatest bridges.

Mankind casually strolling.

Demons are patrolling.

Daylight has arisen,

from this shadow prison.

I'll try to mislead him,

as I reach toward freedom.

0:40 I rise (Broken through, the darkness.)

beyond crisis. (Light of day upon us.)

To towns (Dusty town enlightened.)

they reside in. (Over slums, a haven.)

Skyscrapers, (Human form is taken.)

your highness. (Dashing over houses.)

Perfect place (Upon the crafts of air.)

to hide in. (I see Piltover there.)

0:54 So, I climb up bridges.

Stairway towards heaven.

Fleeing from this madness.

To reach my safe haven.

I reach out to the heights.

I reach out to the sun.

I reach out to the light.

Then I was overrun.

1:07 Tattoo started glowing. As my mark was burning.

Searing through my garments. Tattooed leg is showing.

Ultraviolet light. Burning out the dark.

Can't see anything. Shrouded by the spark.

1:21 When did I get marked? I don't even know.

There's no time to think. Stunned by dazzling glow.

1:27 (His attempts were scorned.) Hand launched from the light. I evaded it.

"Is that all you got?" Oh no, it was not.

T'was then, I was taught. Onslaught will not stop.

(Mankind's wrath is born.) Momentous strength was shown. As my ground was blown.

1:40 I can't handle this.

That man's fist is a bomb.

I pass by shattered lands.

Broken by his pound.

1:47 Rising from the ashes of his melted ground.

Zara takes his sword, dashing with great resound.

Crashing corridors. Busting buildings down.

Laying waste to all, as he reached the hall.

That I sidled in, to stymie his resolve.

Tactics wearing thin. Plans of mine dissolve.

2:07 As Zara barrels through, catching up to me.

I don't know what to do. I can't seem to break free.

2:13 He rose corrupted sword. Above his burning crown.

Chanting in accord, with darkness coming down.

The fire of his life, brushing past his blade.

I am filled with strife. Phenomena was made.

2:26 Engulfed inside the light. His sword became his crown.

Shining with his life. Booming with his sound.

2:33 Darkness kept surrounding. Juxtaposing light.

Outlines start to fade. Contrasting the night.

2:40 (Zara's) Sword of light divine. Piercing through the dark.

Kept on glowing bright. Kept on growing large.

2:47 (Anger.) Monumental size. Zara drawing near.

There's no time for tactics.

Time to brace for impact.

2:52 (Do you fear me now?)

(Where's that guile now?)

3:06 Barely escaped crisis.

Soul was seared while vaulting.

O'er the blade of judgement.

All my power wasted.

Must go somewhere safer.

Citizens are browsing.

I blend in with humans.

At the Bridgewaltz station.

3:19 (evelynn...) Rays of light well scattered. Shining through the bridges.

Made by mankind's greatest. Intricate design.

(Evelynn...) Flourishing with shoppers: Zaunite, Piltovian.

Cultivars are brimming. In this gentle light.

<font size='5'>(Evelynn.) Rays of light are dimming. Shadows blot the bridges.

Darkness fills the land. Like a parasite.

<font size='6' color=red>(EVELYNN!) I hear someone screaming. As the dot from heaven.

Roars my name aloud. How far is he willing?!

3:46 Night falls, (Darkness fills the heavens.)(As all of creation,) 2x6 each

o'er the nations. (Overshadowed nation.)(By the ancient power.)

As the (King of kings devour.)(Blimps and buildings falling.)

Skyward Sword, (Scattered by explosion.)(Barons try to stop it,)

3:59 Crash through (with corrosive rockets.)(Chaos reigns supreme as,)

grandiose bridges. (rubble keeps descending,)(Speeding up the comet.)

Zaun falls... (Nothing shall impede.)(Heaven's plunge toward hell.)

Down. (Destiny immortal.)(Slay the infidel.)

4:12 Descend, (Skyscrapers have fallen.)(Pillars are collapsing.)

Ark of Terror. (Everything converging.)(Toward the demonspawn.)

Fueled by (Evelynn escaping?)(That's not gonna happen.)

tragedy. (Where can Evelynn hide?)(There's no place in hell.)

4:25 Bow down, (She must face her fear.)(The cruise ship Zara steers.)

Before Power. (She can't disappear.)(Zara's drawing near.)

I have... (She stares at death in length.)("This is gonna sting.")

Lost. ("So this is the strength,)(of The Ruined King.")

Magic is based on the 4 universal forces: gravity, electromagnetism, weak nuclear, and strong nuclear.
 * Gravity is fantasized as love. The force that connects completely separate entities together. In the same notion, it is also fantasized as how teleportation and portals exist at all. The real impossible notion of space itself warping is possible in this world, so an adept control of gravity serves as the reason for this. Connections that stretch across dimensions.
 * The Universal Will of Mankind is a theory governing the existence of this fundamental force. It states that generally, all things are drawn towards life. Although mankind may seem like a direct reference towards earth, this is a theory that stretches across the cosmos--to many who do not even know of the existence of humans. The creator of the universe is referred commonly as Man. Thus mankind is equivalent to saying godlike. Thus the interpretation of this is: The force that draws all things towards the likeness of god.
 * Since the creator of the universe is literally dubbed Life, and Life is the heaviest element in the periodic table in this fantasy, it parallels with how all things are drawn towards life. As everything was birthed from the big bang, which is the explosion of the Creator, all elements are in the likeness of God, which is why all matter is subject to the properties of gravity.
 * Electromagnetism is fantasized as form. Given that the core of the existence of molecules and the external barrier that separates things from merging is the valence electrons in the outermost shells of atoms, this is the main force used for transformation. It also serves as the cause for many reactions in the forms of magic we normally think of: fire, ice, water, wind, earth, and obviously electricity. The breaking and forming of chemical bonds grant the thermal capacity for the magic of fire and ice, while electromagnetic waves serves as the tool to tap into telekinesis to move these reactions.
 * Weak nuclear force is fantasized as the force of creation. In reality, weak nuclear force is the only force that breaks parity-symmetry. This fact is what allows us to use nuclear fission for nuclear power plants. This instability makes it the easiest force to tear down. However, in the same notion, it is also the force with the most flexibility due to its ability to transform quarks--the elementary particles that create electrons, protons, and neutrons. As such, the forces that allow seemingly spontaneous creation is made from this as quarks are the proof that energy can transform to matter and vice-versa.
 * Strong nuclear force is fantasized as the force of life. The strong nuclear force is known as the ungodly Parthenon of a container that keeps the nucleus together despite being completely jam packed with protons. It is also the force that contains all quarks in the vessels that we call protons, electrons, and neutrons. Given the grand flexibility of what particles can be, the strong nuclear force defines what each particle is. As such, it is considered the force that controls life as control over this aspect can influence the very code that determines what something is. As such, it would be the easiest force to utilize to create interactions. Interactions that could be infinitely recursive and always learning and changing.

Each form of magic is categorized by the number of forces it uses. The actual names of the universal forces define the categories of the magic that uses only one force, each additional force causing the magic to be more complex. There are six classifications for hybrid-force magic. There are four classifications for magic. Finally, there is theoretically only one class of four-force magic. The prophet that Zara encounters is someone who realized this four-force magic and proceeded to become godlike, extending his duties to a magnitude that affects the entire universe.

=Six hybrids=
 * 1) Gravity-Electromagnetism: Telekinesis
 * 2) Gravity-Weak Nuclear: Force of Will (Hero's Force)
 * 3) Gravity-Strong Nuclear: Soul Combination
 * 4) Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear: Thermodynamics
 * 5) Electromagnetism-Strong Nuclear: Soul Restructuring
 * 6) Weak Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Anima

=Four triforce=
 * 1) Gravity-Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear: Arch-Class White Magic
 * 2) *As the name implies, there are many other kinds of white magic, which holy. However, this is the highest class magic for divinity. Contrary to what one would assume, it has nothing to do with garnering power from the stars. Rather the power of Arch-Class White Magic is in how wide scale it is. It uses telekinesis, force of will, thermodynamics, love, form, and creation.
 * 3) **One iteration of Arch-Class White Magic is climate control. Climate control is the lowest magnitude of Arch-Class White Magic, but it contains all the elements of it. It is typically non-intentional and actually residual from the existence of a magical structure. Since the efforts to change the climate is vast, ra
 * 4) Gravity-Electromagnetism-Strong Nuclear: Summoning
 * 5) Gravity-Weak-Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Nova-Class Black Magic
 * 6) Electromagnetism-Weak Nuclear-Strong Nuclear: Resurrection

The source material is an unfinished story that follows the lives of the prophet and his cycle of rebirth into different worlds. A group of characters have their souls bound to the prophet. As such, incarnations of them are found every time the prophet is reborn. Even across different planets and galaxies. The first time this entire group was found together, they were called the Kingston Brigade. It consisted of a hunter, nomad, berserker, thief, builder, mage, guardian, and conqueror. The reason I began with using Zara, the conqueror, is because he matched what I was doing the most and happened to be the most unique character when compared to all characters in League of Legends. Even so, there are some other fairly unique designs I have in store.
 * The hunter was actually a soldier for a great kingdom. He had issues with using weapons and was often discriminated for it. He was forced into lackey positions even below guarding unpopular points. He entered the Kingston Brigade, because of his encounters with the thief. He would constantly try and capture the thief to stop her wrongdoing, and eventually succeeded. However, when he realized that she was to be executed, he felt this was too extreme and decided to rescue her. With seemingly dumb luck, he kept lobbing things and defeating many enemies, even killing them. He joined the Kingston Brigade because he couldn't turn back to the kingdom. Now his lobbing power has become his signature strength, and he has the ability to lob hundreds of weapons at enemies miles away, like a hail of arrows from an army of archers, all on his own. The closest champion who matches the hunter is due to his mischievous pride in his superior flexibility.
 * The nomad was the very first character to encounter the prophet in the coming of his existence. She placed herself in self imposed exile after an accident where her parents were killed by a bear. She found the prophet resting under a tree with only a monk's robe for clothing. Taking him in, she made it very clear her reputation as the plague for wild beasts. However, the prophet was her foil as he got along with even the wildest of animals. Eventually he figured out about the nomad's past and exposed her to the wrongdoings of her irrational culling of animals for the sake of mere killing. She was pushed to the edge and in attempting to shoot a bear, he was trying to help her befriend, the prophet stood in between and took the arrow to the chest. The prophet cursed the nomad with mood hair to atone for her sin, so her hair displays the color of her emotions. As the prophet shattered to dust and was swept away by the wind, the monk's robe was left behind. So the nomad took it and followed the dust to find him again, and eventually did upon encountering the Kingston Brigade. The closest champion to match the nomad is due to one of her special moves being a Kingdom Arrow that allows her to shoot an arrow so massive that it can destroy an entire castle. The Kingdom Arrow is very much like.
 * The berserker was partners with a lumberjack. She made her encounter with the Kingston Brigade when she was resurrected by the conqueror. Unfortunately, the killer was the lumberjack. In a time when the berserker was nowhere near as strong as she currently is, she was kidnapped by an extremist angel who was discriminatory against the lumberjack. The lumberjack was incredibly distraught as they were only recently engaged and believed this was his fault. However, he obtained absolute strength through the aid of the guardian and he stormed the tower where the berserker was held captive. She was raped a great many times when she was at the tower and as the lumberjack stormed the castle he was well aware of it with all that he has seen, which fueled his seething rage. In fact, instead of reaching the top of the tower, the lumberjack decided it was quicker to chop the entire tower down. So he did and flogged, eviscerated, and scathed the angel who kidnapped her until body parts could not even be distinguished. This was when the berserker snuck up on him to greet him, but he lashed out suddenly and struck her down. This was when she was resurrected and joined the Kingston Brigade to become stronger. When she became just as powerful as the lumberjack, she faced him to ease his thoughts and to go officially go their separate ways. Now she is much more like a knight due to the tremendous amount of armor she wears. There is no champion that compares to her currently, because her power is on a transcendental level. Her signature move is pulling a kilometer long axe from the ground and slamming it down so quickly that it causes radioactive decay upon impact. Her current title is the siege berserker for this reason.
 * The thief was exactly what she sounded like. A thief who stole from passerbys. She had an unlucky day when she tried to steal from the conqueror and was formally challenged by him in public. She was humiliated when she could not even land one strike of a dagger on the conqueror while he didn't even use a weapon. Stubbornness caused her to constantly challenge him over and over by ambushing him and using many different approaches to obtaining that success she sorely wanted. The one time she finally landed a strike with a dagger, it literally did absolutely nothing as it grazed his skin. All the while she was bitch slapped to the far corners of town. This was the greatest humiliation to her. All her efforts for a meaningless result. Stubbornness caused her to use much larger weapons, much stronger weapons. Although she had access to a large arsenal of weaponry, the means was through stealing. It was this that caused her to get a tremendous bounty and high heat on her head. She eventually was captured by bounty hunters, but found herself rescued by the mage who accompanied the conqueror. The mage invited the thief into the premature Kingston Brigade. The thief's gratitude and determination lead her to accept to train with various weapons until she ended up with greatswords. Eventually reaching supersonic speeds, she gained the ability to literally transform into the wind. So she uses broad greatswords to create tremendous elastic collisions that allows her to safely bounce herself back while simultaneously knocking enemies back. She uses only one thin greatsword called the Windpinion Slicer that is actually even heavier than almost all of her greatswords. Her meticulous control over the Windpinion Slicer caused her to develop skills much like a samurai as the Windpinion Slicer is a dangerous weapon that greats streaks of wind powerful enough to slice through brick by merely waving it around. She is dubbed the Assassin Swordslayer now since her impact generally comes at a surprise and she mainly focuses on fights off the radar.
 * The builder was the blacksmith of the same kingdom where the hunter came from. The hunter was usually judged alongside the builder due to the inventiveness of the builder being shunned for its bizarre nature in the culture. People could not fathom the idea that any other weapons could replace the traditional swords, axes, lances, and arrows. In this world, it is fairly reasonable since a great many magical enhancements are made to these kinds of weapons to make them much more powerful than what we know in reality. The prophet took notice in the builder and gave him a megaton hammer. As it sounds, it's a million ton hammer, or two billion pounds. On top of this, the prophet connected the builder to his soul to allow him to understand all the iterations of entropy. This caused the builder to become much more efficient at building and he was soon able to create siege weaponry in the middle of a warzone such as a trebuchet in a mere thirty seconds. The mage took notice, and helped him out in his inventions on the magically enhanced side. Eventually the kingdom found itself raided by another nation and in the builder became the most significant contributor to the defense. It was during this time that the Kingston Brigade understood the power of the prophet as the prophet single handedly wiped out the entire aggressive nation while the Kingston Brigade was busy defending the kingdom.
 * The mage was the second member of the Kingston Brigade. His sister was considered a monster due to her ability to summon her own limbs from any solid object. She accidentally murdered a couple bullies and it only escalated worse from then on. Eventually, a furious band of vengeful bandits raided their home and killed their parents as they fled. At this time, the mage was actually not a mage and merely someone trying to learn all he could about magic to help his sister. Now orphans, they relied on stealing to get anything done and as such wracked up a large bounty when combined with the murders. One time the mage fell very ill and his sister was the only one who could help him. In this time, she tried to steal from the conqueror, but found herself terrified at his ability to shatter her summons. So she rushed to the mage as the conqueror hounded him down. Unfortunately, the mage was just about dying as she arrived. When the conqueror arrived, he was moved by the display and decided to do what he can to heal the mage. It was in this process that the conqueror taught the mage all he knew about magic, so he could heal himself instead of relying on anyone else. Unfortunately, while he was recovering the bandits found out where he was residing and constantly raided the place. When the mage finally recovered fully, the three of them decided to break away from the place. Just as they were about to leave, the bandits burned the city to the ground. She grew furious and decided to cull these people. The mage tried to dissuade her, but she was too wrack filled with guilt and vengeance to think straight. So the conqueror and the mage fled from the city while she stayed to go on a killing spree. When the conqueror and mage returned to the city, they found out she turned herself in and was shipped to a place far away. The mage wants to go after her, and the conqueror complies. The mage's sister is based off of Nico Robin, as her bounty story is fairly occultic. The mage now holds the title Archdaemus which roughly means High Demon God Shaman. While he is the High Demon God Shaman, he is not limited to Nova-Class Black Magic. In fact, he gained the prefix arch- because of his sheer versatility of spells he knows. All dark affinity mages utilize trials called calamities to acclimate to various changes in their body to allow them to utilize higher level magic. As appropriately dubbed, calamities are normally lethal events and surviving these events give supernatural powers. It's essentially the same logic behind most superheros who began as normal humans. Superheroes undergo a single calamity normally to gain the power they have. The mage undergone millions. As one would imagine, the calamities in this story do not hold nearly as much weight as superhero stories, but a million of even a small boost in power is absolutely tremendous.
 * Side note, I consider titles like gods and titans as the same regard as rulers, but of a larger domain. Chiefs are rulers of villages. Mayors are the rulers of towns. Kings are rulers of kingdoms. Emperors are rulers of empires. Gods are rulers of planets. Titans are the rulers of solar systems. Galactic Exoduses are rulers of galaxies. Each character eventually gains the rank of Galactic Exodus to challenge the creator of the universe. Although the title is not special near the end of the story, the mage is known to hold the title as a norm. It is what allows him to fling comets light years away at specific points as well as creating galactic hallucinations, changing the entire sky from day to night is small talk.
 * The guardian is a living sword given human form. He began his story in Gemini, heaven on the planet Goliath, but as a demon. He endured tremendous prejudice while in Gemini. However, the greatest trigger for his monstrous bouts was when the angels harassed the angels who helped him. The guardian was adopted by a passing angel. The angel had a daughter whom was dubbed his stepsister. The angel passed away into the ether and the guardian could only rely on his stepsister for comfort. However, he was with guilt every single day since he could see his stepsister's struggles very clearly as she was in grief with her mother's passing. The tipping point was when a band of angels tried to murder him, but instead murdered his stepsister who stepped in to save him. Completely wracked with guilt, he went on the a murderous rampage that changed the outlook of Gemini forever. It transformed to a luscious universe to a zombie wasteland, much like the Shadow Isles. Gemini changed from a place where people pray to into a destination people go to when they die. Aven, the ruler of Gemini let the guardian off by exiling him to Goliath. From there, the guardian was completely lost and sought people whom he could help to fill his life with even the slightest meaning.
 * While Zara is literally the name of the conqueror and is the character he is based on, his lore is completely based on guardian. The reason for this is that the concept of the guardian was way too similar to, so it was essentially impossible for him to become a champion. As such, I brought the guardian's story to life here in Runeterra while wearing the guise of the conqueror. In essence, the Ruined King is very much a mash between these two anyways so it worked out in the end.
 * The conqueror is a living sword given human form. He began his story in Drakai, hell on the planet Goliath, but as an angel. He was subject to tremendous amounts of envy given his general success in everything he did. He was adopted by a demon who lost her son. The demon taught the conqueror the importance of pride and creating purpose with what talents are had is what is truly important. The conqueror embodied selflessness in order to get along with all the demons of Drakai. The conqueror was becoming a well established member of Drakai. However, a plague swept across Drakai for seemingly no reason. The plague hit the demon who adopted him, and she spoke her last words to the conqueror not for vengeance or salvation, but rather to accept the inevitability of the passing. This was a concept very unclear to the conqueror as Drakai was known as the domain for where dark souls go when they die, but these souls can even die themselves. The conqueror sought Argus, the emperor of Drakai, for guidance, but in his stead was Satan, Argus's son and king of hell. Satan elaborated that a tremendous calamity hit Gemini and Argus left to check it out. The conqueror was about to go to Gemini to find answers to the plague, but Satan told him that this was not an issue in regards to the calamity in heaven. Satan rather believed that this was a consequence of something much greater that affected both realms. Considering these thoughts, the conqueror set off on a conquest to the living world to find answers and he knew he needed all the help he could get. Thus he began forming the Kingston Brigade on his travels.

The thief is a big one. Her form of combat is fairly extreme as uses superfulous momentum to crash into enemies with resounding force. The act is much like, but on an epic scale. She can also literally transform into the wind and drag her sword along with her as she is doing so. The big issue I have with this one is that her mechanics would parallel too much with Aurelion Sol. While I know that champions can be similar to other champions in their kit as long as they mix it up a lot, I prefer making completely unique designs as I'm starting.

I may consider bringing the mage into the mix. The mage is the classical occultic mage. While there are many designs like him, nobody truly matches the scale he has. In the story, one of the many things he is known for his complete awareness of everything within a 1-mile radius due to his incredible focus. He also has tremendous control over Nova-Class Black Magic, Resurrection, and even Arch-Class White Magic. In fact, it is through the combination of these that allows him to take down entire empires down in mere hours, without the aid of any of the other members of the Kingston Brigade.

The prophet is a major character in my story, and he is the character that guides Zara in this story to coping with his actions.

Passive: Universal Forces

Skrolle begins in a neutral state that is incapable of autoattacking.

Skrolle autoattacks with a weapon he summons from his abilities. If he casts another ability within 5 seconds, the weapon is empowered. If Skrolle casts another ability within 5 seconds, he evolves based on his empowered weapon for 30 seconds. Skrolle's autoattacks are modified further and his final ability modified and recastable while evolved.

Skrolle reverts to his neutral state if he fails to cast another ability within the before evolved or his evolution duration is complete. If Skrolle recasts an active ability, he reverts to his neutral state. If Skrolle reverts to his neutral state before he evolves, his cooldowns are reset.

Skrolle only has one rank in each ability and can rank them up at levels 1, 3, 5, and 7.

Love      Staff  Healing CD 100

Form     Lance  Speed CD 100

Creation  Hammer Impact CD 100

Life     Shield Damage CD 100

Weapon

Empowerment

Evolution

Love>Form>Creation Gale Winds          Life:Hurricane

Love>Form>Life     Thunder God         Creation:Lightning Storm

Love>Creation>Form Ocean Deep          Life:Tsunami

Love>Creation>Life Nature's Will       Form:Fruit of Divine

Love>Life>Form     Pyromancy           Creation:Explosion

Love>Life>Creation Prophet Quy      Form:Blinding Flash

Form>Love>Creation Harbinger's Harpoon Life:Reaper of Souls

Form>Love>Life     Spear of Spite      Creation:Broken Heart

Form>Creation>Love Ballisticade        Life:Bolt-Action

Form>Creation>Life Spear of Longinus   Love:Heartseeker

Form>Life>Love     Odin's Gungnir      Creation:Impale

Form>Life>Creation Shiva's Trishula    Love:Trinity Convergence

Creation>Love>Form Uchide no Kozuchi   Life:Sizeable Advantage

Creation>Love>Life Haephaestus' Labyrs Form:Cranial Slicer

Creation>Form>Love Mjolnir             Life:Boomerang

Creation>Form>Life Stormstriker        Love:Lightning Rod

Creation>Life>Love Bunyan Blade        Life:Timber

Creation>Life>Form Parashu             Love:Brutalize

Life>Love>Form     Veil of Veronica    Creation:In the Face of Death

Life>Love>Creation Hero's Visage       Form:Will of Mankind

Life>Form>Love     Perserver           Creation:Stream of Retribution

Life>Form>Creation Hand of Exodus      Love:Down to the Ground

Life>Creation>Love Achilles Set        Form:Immortal King

Life>Creation>Form Golem of God        Love:Metoric Fist

Staff:   Autoattacks have infinite target range, but limited actual range. They are linear and recharge based on CDR instead of Attack Speed. Deals  magic damage dealing both on-hit and spell effects.

Speed:   CDR has twice the effectiveness.

Impact:  Autoattacks slow the enemy, stacks 3 times. Autoattacking a fully stacked enemy will stun for 1 second. (3s CD)

Damage:  Autoattacks are piercing.

Lance:   Autoattacks have small AOE in the line of its effect. Deals on-hit effects multiple times to champions. Gains up to 50% movement speed when moving towards champions.

Healing: 50% bonus healing.

Impact:  Autoattacks root enemies. (5s CD)

Damage:  90% physical damage 10% true damage.

Hammer:  Autoattacks deal 125% AD and slows enemies.

Healing: Autoattacks deal an extra 5% enemy's max health and heals for damage dealt from this.

Speed:   Autoattacking increases attack speed, stacking 5 times.

Damage:  50% bonus critical strike damage.

Shield:  The first autoattack knockbacks the target 100 units. (5s CD)

Healing: Autoattacks shield for the damage dealt for 0.5 seconds, does not stack nor refresh.

Speed:   Rengar leaps every autoattack.

Impact:  35% damage resistance.

Skrolle is the prophet of the universe. He has been resurrected numerous times by living lifetimes that stretch beyond the birth and death of galaxies when strung together. Each lifetime he forgets his true purpose, but nearing the end of his life, he becomes enlightened and reaches a state where he remembers all past lives--much like the Avatar.

To represent the prophet incredulous flexibility, I permuted every single ability by forcing each ability into a stance. Even so, there are many weaknesses I would need to patch in order to make him possible. In any case, he is an "impossible champion" that I would like to make viable. If anything, the fact that he has 24 evolution states already makes him an impossible concept. Even so, this accurately depicts how impactful he is in my story--adaptable at a transcendental level.

The prophet in my story is essentially an unreasonably powerful individual. Even while the prophet gradually becomes weakened to the point of human strength, the prophet still manages to create leave behind an epic whenever he dies. His unreasonable strength is due to his purpose to prepare for the battle against the Creator of the Universe. Through his experience in each lifetime, he creates another soldier to fight against the Creator while simultaneously training the Legends Crew of each lifetime to the point of vastly surpassing his individual strengths through mastery.

The final goal of the prophet is to empower all of his selves so that when Prophet Quy merges with Primal Quy and Grandmaster Quy, they can become a one man army as Equylibrius, The God of Entropy. In fact, the story begins with the Creator's ambassador making Equylibrius, with the power to clone himself indefinitely, to save the Creator of the Universe. However, since Equylibrius was too weak to handle maintaining the vitality of each clone, Equylibrius split into 3 clones to approach a solution individually.

Believe it or not, the kit I gave is very modest for what the prophet actually does. In fact, if anything, this kit is more like the hunter's Armory when he ascends to a Titan. The nature of evolving weapons is what matches the hunter perfectly. To design a kit with the prophet would require the abilities to be chained into itself, leading to 256 combinations. That is too unreasonable to handle.
 * Primal Quy trained his individual self to become as strong as Zaradon, the strongest individual in the universe with the power to destroy planets without empowerment and the ability to cleave entire galaxy clusters with empowerment.
 * Grandmaster Quy follows the lives and deaths of Prophet Quy to organize the Light and Dark alliance of all souls to rally together and figure out the purpose of Life as the Grim Reaper. His role is to gather individuals to handle the berserk Creator of the Universe in the present while watching over Prophet Quy to make sure he doesn't screw up while training for the final war.
 * Prophet Quy is the rest of the clones who all live their individual lives to create legendary across the universe. This causes all clones to be independant lifeforms who have unique strengths as well as eventually creating the most powerful Legends Crew in the universe through soul bonding. Think Tengen Toppa Gunmen in the galactic war nearing the end of the movie.