Nightmare
"So you didn't care for the noxians. You only wanted revenge over the The Circle."
Nocturne flew a little closer to Shen's face.
"The summoners are dead, Shen! The Institute is in ruins. The old world is destroyed. Aren't you angry? Don't you long to avenge it? Or are you scared?"
"I would judge the responsibles." - replied Shen with a tone as confident as he could get, facing The Eternal Nightmare - "And my judgment would be just."
Nocturne flew even closer, their eyes were only inches away now.
"You cannot judge me, Shen. You cannot touch me. I am beyond your reach."
"You're exaggerating Nocturne, the "Old World" is not destroyed. The noxians can be stopped."
"I hear they worked a lot on your emotions. You surely don't feel sorrow over the destruction, do you? You don't even care. Just like with your father, right?"
Shen's vision blurred and faded. It took several seconds until he could see clearly again. He was deep inside the forests of Ionia, walking up the stairs, to the altar where his father was restrained. It was his initiation, when he became the Eye of Twilight. He had to witness his father being tortured, without showing a trace of emotion. He took his position. Deep breath. Shen signaled the torturer, that he is ready. Nocturne nodded, and the light glinted on his blade as he began cutting the skin of his victim.
"How does it feel, watching your own father suffer, Shen? Would you rather take his place instead of him?" - Nocturne's voice echoed from the Void as his blade pierced through his victim's body.
"No! Nocturne wasn't there" - Shen told to himself - "The torturer was a member of the Kinkou. But I must not answer him!" He remembered the trial too well. It was a painful memory and the last thing he wanted is to re-live it. Shen had to force his eyes to look at his father. He wasn't even allowed to blink.
He tried to keep his mind empty. His father also wants him to pass the test. No matter how much it hurts, he would be disappointed if the ritual would have to be stopped because of his son.
"Shen, I am so disappointed..." - whispered Nocturne as he was sawing off his victim's legs - "You are not as strong as I thought."
"He did NOT suffer permanent damage!" - Shen yelled at him - "Stop this madness already!"
"Your emotions are taking over you. You are not worthy, Shen!" - Nocturne didn't even try to restrain himself now. He was extracting his victim's spine through his body. There was enough blood for five matured adults.
"You are mad, Nocturne! This is not reality!" - said Shen trying to calm himself.
"Are you the same as weak ... if it's about your friends?" - asked Nocturne's cold, metallic voice as he was cutting Akali's belly open, who was now restrained on the altar.
Akali! And Kennen! Shen totally forgot about them during the attack. Did they die in the Institute? Or could they escape? Are they hurt?
"Where is Akali?" - Shen stepped forward.
"Shen...!" - Akali groaned in pain. Nocturne was using her sawed off ribs to pierce her lungs - "I'm here ... Help me!"
"NOCTURNE!" - bawled Shen - "Where is Akali?!"
Nocturne looked up with a chunk of fried meat in his hand, resembling a yordle leg.
"Kennen knows. Ask him."
Shen was just about to grab Nocturne, but he found himself among the ruins of the Institute once more.
"You are not easy to impress." - Nocturne said, now in a calm, steady tone. - "I did not harm any of the champions. But I saw many of them fleeing. Your friends were running South. But be careful. Brand also went South, and he's probably lighting the Plague Jungles on fire above Wukong's head by now." - Nocturne picked up Shen's blade from the cracked floor and handed it to him - "You should not throw your weapons around so carelessly."
Before Shen could answer, Nocturne turned into mist.