Your once shiny scales are now covered in gore. And you don't even bother to get clean, even though you are near a lake. The sun is warm and nice...
It's unsettling.
If you could die of boredom, you would be long gone. Trying to gather the will to get up, you end up rolling and sink in the water. You float, but for how long? You aren't sure. Finally, you swim and muster the strength to go gather your weapon, dropped near a few inches of vegetation.
No way are you letting your weapon get rusty cause you got too lazy. With utmost care, you wash the blade and admire the edge.
As soon it's done, you turn to the remains of clothes and blood and cracked bones and flesh and trashed metal and what once was human. Bothersome beings, but it was fun for a while. Whoever they were, it was a good meal. Your morals are long gone - you don't care anymore if they were good or bad or whatever. Gone is the time you looked at the men hearts to decide if they were worth the knowledge your brother guarded. Now, they were just noisy.

You feel the wind pickups speed and far away, a sandstorm rises in the horizon.

Oh well, you better enjoy the water since in no time, it won't be longer here. But first, you loot the bodies for something useful – just a couple of coins and scraps of clothes are still salvageable. You have no use for their armour or weapons. But you managed to treat yourself with a new leather bag.

Once you're done, you dive deep. Eventually, you emerge and like a true reptilian, you keep your head slightly out of the water. Eyes closed, you go over your memories…

Fields of Justice no longer exist. Some kind of tragedy, accident, you are not sure exactly what, devastated everything it once was. The only remains are creatures of the void that roam the ruins. When it happened, whatever it was, you were in Zaun, using the sewers as your home, having your silly fun, playing around with Twitch. Anyway, there are no longer summoners (not that you are aware) and the city states are bickering, warring pointless battles against each other. People are still afraid of the last rune war and that's solely why everything hasn't blown up yet.

It's only a matter of time, you think.

But it doesn't matter. You lost track of your brother. Vengeance is out of reach. Damn, you don't even know if he is dead or alive. Worst, you don't know if he still is in this world. Who cares about that? Apparently, only you do. Some champions disappeared together with the institute of war and so far, it looks like Nasus was among them.
You decided to travel, but it has brought no results, not a single clue about your sibling...
In no time, all that rage became frustration. And surprisingly, it becomes perseverance. Patience, you think. And repeats it like a mantra.

You ended up at Piltover for a while, hoping to find something to catch your interest. Well, Jinx and Vi keep going around, like nothing changed at all. Wasn't there somebody else on that tag game of theirs? Hmm…

Somehow, it's relaxing to see the destruction they bring on their fights. You stay for a while, decides to research – such a thing that your brother used to do, but you? Hah.

Few months later, you realize that all that effort to learn about their technology was only to find out how useless it is for what you want. Amusing, but a huge waste of time. Eventually, you drop it and depart.

Your self-control seems to reach a new level: It's a real wonder how long you kept quiet, in low profile, as an oversized gecko. You didn't even mindlessly kill as you would like to, you were even… civilized, somehow. Really, it was a feat to behold.
Finally, you leave Piltover, travels to Zaun, only to waste another couple of months with Singed and useless research. It's not like alchemy will help, not when your nose can't track him.

Viktor technology seems promising, if he wasn't asking for you to be part of his glorious revolution. Help him catch new subjects? Ok. Chat about his advancements in the field? Fine. Argue about how your immortal body is way more interesting than risking an upgrade that isn't even safe or more durable than yourself? Perhaps. But not when he is so obsessed.

After you leave, you feel kind of paranoiac and lingers the sensations that he decided to mark you somehow for future reference. Not good. His lasers are likely to give you a nasty remark, and you decided to keep it in mind.

You wish you had met Warwick. His tracking skills would be welcome.

Maybe the undead on Shadow Isles can help you with your search. When you feel like playing with the dead maybe and, as you bitterly remember, was your brother field.

You decide to pay a visit to the old Institute of War, or the remains of it.
Are you sane again? It's been nearly a year without any trace of your brother and odd as it is, it surely did wonders.

But you lost track of yourself long ago, how can you hope for a recovery? You were driven for so long, fixated on your vengeance that now, this nagging emptiness looms over your very soul just waiting for an opportunity to consume you whole. You don't admit you're scared, but it is hard to deny.

Then, come again, how come you are on Shurima Desert?