[The Final Hunt]
At the far ends of Runeterra, the Shadow Isles glimmered its death brighter than any star out in the galaxy. The Mist has been twisting and turning with greater forces than before, with greater purpose for this event was being manipulated in the hands of a malicious being. The Warden casted out his hand to the swirling vortex of the Mist, innumerable the souls they travelled from his lantern up to his dark ritual, conjoining into the skies that had been made ever so bright and vivid. The power! He thought. Ever since his conception as a wraith, he had been collecting all these souls to inflict sweet torment. With every bit of soul entering his collection he would become stronger. Now at last he had all the power he needed to ascend. To truly be unstoppable, to move to greater lengths, to greater scales. Even if the levitating mask claimed no features, it was still seeming to shape into a malicious grin.
His work had not gone unobserved, as from the shadows revealed itself the demon Evelynn - always with confidence and preverse anticipation she would walk. She swooned, her body shaking up with excitement. So many souls with so much torment to share it made her moan. ''Ohh, you are truly remarkable! The way they scream! Aah!'' The demoness moaned again, with an overdramatic act, she would drop to the ground expressing her ecstasy. ''I haven't felt this way in a very long time.'' She would flick back up to the Warden, with a suggestive finger she traced his chest. ''What's your secret?'' The Chain Warden was too focused on his ritual, his gaze not moving. ''Patience.'' he would answer. ''Patience was all that it took. Now all the darkness within the hearts of many, all the torment and agony we have inflicted - will be my new garb.'' And so it was, that the Mist's vortex of souls was starting to suck the stars out of the sky. Tiny green lights were the souls emerged with the tiny white lights of cosmos, along with the mist they were getting sucked into the Warden. The immersion was getting more and more savage, the succubus stood witness, biting her lip, until - It was done. The demoness approached with a mischievous smile across her lips, staring in wonder at a renewed being that would bear agony beyond imagining.
The undead residents of the Isles went frantic and any living residents went into panic upon noticing what seemed like the hour of doom. Yet there were those who gathered their hearts to fight. Amidst them was the Purifier; Lucian who just like the others, he looked at what seemed like the sky crushing down with the earth. Even if he run towards the chaos, deep in his heart he felt that something greater was happening. No obstacle would get in his way as he phased through them, without stopping his pace. But, there was one person who always stopped him on his heels. A blinding clash of thunder and lightning heralded the storm and the storm heralded the Hunter. Atop an old church's ruins, there she stood, her blood red cape flicking around her. She leapt down, landing next to the Purifier - even if smaller, her presence always looked overshadowing... out of reach. ''You felt this too, Shauna...?'' Lucian gazed over his shoulder. ''The Isles are being torn apart.'' snarled Vayne as she looked at her destination into the chaos. ''Someone has been playing with the Void - as I see it.'' A pause settled. ''This is worse that I thought. This... Vayne, might be our last hunt.'' said Lucian as he too gazed forward with certainty. ''Every hunt has been so. That's why it's fun.'' Lucian could never comprehend how much darker the Night Hunter's view of the world was. Yet he felt awfully content that she was to fight alongside him. Vayne gave no warning as she bolted but Lucian was fast to follow. Jumping and leaping elusively, they would soon find their destination...