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Chapter 6: The Future of Noxus

A century after Sion's death much had happened. Many wars had been fought between Demacia and Noxus. The institute of war had been erected eventually by powerful mages called summoners. But only after Noxus had shifted its sights from Demacia to the Island continent nearby that refused to trade necessary materials, Ionia.

The war that had followed had been brutal as newly created toxin weapons called melters had been created by Zaun and used by Noxus in the war, The melters left devastating paths of destruction as not only did it kill people but also destroy a large portion of the land it was fired upon. This had led to several large areas of desecrated soil in comparison to the tranquil environment that was the rest of the small island.

This was to the point where some areas had to be completely evacuated such as the Coeur Valley. Melters had also led to a very high desertion rate of the military, second only to shortly after Sion's reburial.

Eventually Ionia had challenged Noxus through the institute of war for a rematch of the war. Ionia had won back the land that had been taken during the war.

But one thing remained the same, Noxus never recovered from the rebirth of Sion. It went from a once respected land to a state that seemed to be constantly going to war with others for nearly pointless reasons, and almost always losing that war or never being able to claim victory unlike in its early ages where it had claimed victory over the great region of Shurima.

The once great leader Boram Darkwill had eventually fallen and his son Kieran took over the title of grand general before one day mysteriously disappearing. Now Noxus was ruled by Kerrigan Darkwill, Boram Darkwill's son. Although his position was not entirely secure, A challenger to his position had arisen, Swain, The master tactician, Who was famous for his calculated battles turning seemingly one sided fights in his favor.

Excerpt of Grand General Swain's Journal.

It is a shame Keiran Darkwill did not get to experience the longevity of his father Boram. No matter, I pour through Darkwill's old grimoires. He was well versed in the art of Necromancy, Probably why he lived so long.

I have found something, One of Darkwill's first drabbles into the dark arts, It appears he was trying to revive someone for Noxus, But who?

There is something strange about this and I must find out what it is.

I have found it, an ancient memorial deep in old Noxus, The memorial speaks of former grandeur and fall from grace. In there lies the man Darkwill tried to rouse from the slumber of death. It is still in there, Clawing at the walls. I would pity it if I thought it capable of suffering as much as it had.

I have talked with LeBlanc of the black rose about this . . . I am in need to secure my position, She is willing to help. Using the princes blood we should be able to get the blunt instrument necessary. It is ironic, We have come a full circle. A Grand General in need of a champion, The Black Rose seeking to further itself in the Noxian High Command, And the fallen warrior starved of the battle it apparently so desires. This time it will be different. Boram may have managed to revive the corpse but all he got was a mindless beast that hungered to devour life. I may not be able to fix a thing as broken as that, But I shall rekindle its purpose. That may be enough for my plans.

The ritual is prepared, The hemomancer at the ready, and the body still hungering. Drink deep the blood of your killer son of Noxus, And live again.

Sion was hungry, a century without blood, without carnage, without war.

He needed a slaughter. Oh how he wanted to smell the destruction, rather than the moist stone that surrounded him. He wanted to feel blood on his hands rather than dust, How he wanted to hear the screams of the fallen rather than the echo of the crackling of . . . magic?

He heard a noise and looked up, Then the monument crashed down around him.

Oddly, None of the rubble was large enough to do any real damage to Sion. He was pretty much fine.

Suddenly he felt a VERY familiar liquid on him, blood.

He immediately grabbed his axe, (it had been stored above him but had fallen down behind him when the monument was destroyed)

He shook his head to clear the remnants of dust from his eyes, He felt a presence near him as he prepared himself for battle.

He looked down towards where the presence seemed to be.

"You." He stated to the figure next to him as he glared down at the mage.

Ok I know kinda leaving you guys at a cliffhanger here. Hope you liked the chapter next could be coming soon and as always review with your thoughts and ideas! I would really like to hear it!

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