The Shadow Mongers proved to be in far greater numbers than Ashe realized. She watched the forces move forward through the sand, their armor was crude, their weapons were poorly cut, but it was the best they could muster. She herself had adorned their armor out of respect, her hood was made of Sand Walker hide, her armor was of wood and only consisted of a breast plate and shoulder guards. Annie stood below her, wearing a Shadow Monger helmet which was far too big for her and she had wrapped Tibbers in bandages. "What our odds of winning?" An-Sheben arrived at her side.

"If this was under any other circumstances I'd retreat." Ashe said grimly. "But these are the circumstances, and the Yordlite people cannot be allowed to the live. We must win."

"Yeah!" Annie cheered.

"Do you remember your job Annie?" Ashe kneeled down to her.

"Yes mommy."

"Good, be careful." Ashe kissed her forehead. "I love you"

"I love you too,"

"There's the Sand Citadel." She pointed to the spire. "We're almost there, perhaps Ra-Tenka is not expecting us."

"Halt!" Ashe cried out over the army. It took a moment, but eventually all the soldiers stopped in their tracks. The ground was quiet and most were confused as to why Ashe had said this.

"Why did we stop?" An-Sheben questioned.

"This is a trap."

"How do you know?"

"It's far too easy, I have a plan." She said with a slight smile gracing her lips.

Amumu stared at the mystical image of the great Croc. Ra-Tenka seemed completely in awe of it, bowing before it but the image didn't seem that impressed by him. "Great Suremond, I beg for your magical aid. Our people lie here, asleep, but you can restore them. Please, let your humble servants do so once again."

"I no longer have this power Ra-Tenka."

"W-What?"

"I am mortal now, my brother has cursed me."

"Then… How will I revive my people?"

"You will not." Renekton boomed through the room. "But he," The image gestured to Amumu. "Will."

"My lord?"

"You're a weakling Ra-Tenka. I need a new vessel, a new priest to carry out my rage."

"Of course my lord, but surely there is a place for me?" Ra-Tenka kept his head low.

"…Perhaps…" Renekton said ominously. Suddenly Ra-Tenka burst into flames. His flesh melting from the bone all while he screamed in agony. "You. Amumu, come here." Amumu let go of his spike and approached him. "You are the sad mummy from the League."

"Not sad." Amumu yelled. "Not any more. I'm mad."

"Perfect…" Renekton slyly said.

Amumu felt something in his arm, like it had to move, like it had punch. It felt strong and eager, like he needed to hit something. The feeling spread to his other arm and down to his feet, and through his spine to his skull. This energy felt like it needed to get out. Like he would explode if it didn't. His once yellow eyes filled with red, and he began to rip off his bandages so that dead flesh could be easily recognized on his body. "You shall be my vessel." Amumu looked at his dead hands and felt the rage burn through him.

"Ahh!" He yelled and slammed the ground. As he did so, red energy surged through the chamber, it flowed through the ground and into each Yordlite statue. The magic embraced each one, burning away the stone until an undead warrior stood in place of the statue. It only took minutes before the entirety of the Yordlite empire was once again awake, undead and eager to kill. "Valoran. Is. Mine!"

"Correction, puppet." Renekton snapped. "It's mine."

"Of course Lord…"

"An army approaches…" Renekton sensed. "The Yordlites are in a poor position to fight."

"Father made preparations lord, the army will die before it reaches our chamber."

Ashe approached the Sand Citadel, a fraction of the army behind her. They marched right in the clearing Ashe designated as a trap, but pushed forward. She kept her eyes trained on the ground, on anything actually, she didn't know what to expect, she just knew Ra-Tenka was cleverer than he allowed her to believe. They made it to the entrance to the spire without any resistance until the door to the Citadel slid open. Behind it, revealed Amumu, but… Not Amumu. He was different, his eyes burned red, his bandages only covered half his face and his torso. His rotting flesh could be seen and his usual sad demeanor was replaced with an aggressive one.

"Amumu?" Ashe questioned.

"Leave. Ms. Ashe, or bow before me."

"You can't be serious… What happened to you?"

"I realized my destiny! This is my true purpose. Valoran will belong to the Yordlites, and you cannot stop it with such a pitiful force."

"I have to try. This is wrong. Amumu-"

"My name is Tu-Tenka!" Amumu shouted and his rage carried into his voice, sending Ashe and several soldiers around her onto their backs. "And you will not stop me." He slammed his foot into the ground and instantly, the dead began to rise around the army, encasing them in a wall of corpses.

"Why are there so many corpses in Shurima…" Ashe muttered to herself. "Fight for all your worth!" She shouted and the Shadow Mongers burst into a fighting. These undead were different, they fought like men, not corpses and they did not die when stabbed. "Remove the head." Ashe ordered which seemed to be the most effective means of killing them.

"Looks like it's show time for us…" An-Sheben spoke.

"I'm gonna name you Wiggles II" Annie said on top of her horse. They weren't all mounted on horses, some on camels, others on ponies or even donkeys but they were the Calvary. More or less.

"Let's go!" An-Sheben called and the army advanced. They charged into the ranks of the undead, skewering several and leaving trails of dead in their path. Annie didn't care for a weapon and hopped off her horse the moment they reached the dead. She threw Tibbers the ground and let the Shadow Bear go to work, tearing things apart but she had a job to do. She burned through the undead hordes until she found Ashe, firing ice arrows through heads at breath taking speeds.

"Ms. Ashe!" Annie called.

"Annie!" Ashe fired off another arrow as a corpse fell back to the sand. "Change of plans, Ra-Tenka didn't show up."

"Then who's leading these bad things?" Ashe gave a disgruntled frown and Annie understood. "I'll talk to him."

"Gah!" A corpse called above Ashe with its axe raised high, until An-Sheben cut it down.

"This going better than I thought it would." She admitted. "Good plan archer. Maybe we should call in the second reinforcements now, just so they can get in on the fun,"

"Not yet, I haven't seen the-"

"Yordlites!" A Shadow Monger called before he was cut down. They were taller than most Yordles, but still stood shorted than humans. That didn't stop them from effortlessly cutting down soldiers. Arrows and swords collided with them but they continued their march of death.

"Fear my people!" Amumu laughed behind them. The Yordlites were pouring from the Sand Citadel and they showed no signs of stopping.

"Fall back!" Ashe called and An-Sheben sounded a little horn she had tucked away. The Shadow Mongers quickly stopped any fighting they were doing and retreated with the upmost haste. Ashe saw Amumu retreat back into the Sand Citadel before she followed after her soldiers.

"They'll be dead soon enough…" Amumu said to himself as he descended back into the spire. He walked back to the center chamber, the image of Renekton had vanished, instead, the great Crocodile himself had transported here, sitting in a bloody throne in all his terrible glory. He sat where the sacrificial alter once lay, now covered by maps and charts of Valoran. Amumu walked back to Renekton's side. "They were no match for your chosen, Lord." He reported.

"Good… I always hated that little archer… With her, morals and ideals of a peaceful future. All misguided lies."

"Of course master."

"Amumu!" Annie's voice rang through the chamber.

"Annie?" He looked around, but did not see her. Seeming to fall from the roof, she landed in front of both him and Renekton.

"Amumu, what are you doing?"

"No… No you're dead." Amumu said in disbelief.

"Clearly she is not." Renekton said impatiently. "Tu-Tenka, correct that."

"…Yes sir." Amumu bowed hesitantly.

"Amumu don't! You don't have to listen to him. He's just a bully."

"He's my friend." Amumu continued to approach her with his fist clutched. "He's the only friend I've ever had."

"I was your friend."

"No… You said we weren't friends. We're not friends. You're the bully." With that he swung with all his rage and collided with her face. Sending her flying across the chamber.

"Amumu…" She struggled to get up, but managed to do so.

"My name is Tu-Tenka."

"Fine…" Annie muttered and set her hands ablaze again. She started simple, launching basic fireballs at him, he didn't dodge them, he didn't even attempt to. He took each of them, and wasn't fazed by any of it. She finished her barrage with a larger ball of fire but Amumu kept walking through that.

"Feel my rage." He said and launched his loose bandages at her, entangling her and propelling him right towards her with his hand in a fist.

"No!" Annie cried and set the bandages on fire, and sending a wave of fire for Amumu to collide with rather than her.

"Ow…" Amumu said, rubbing her scorch marks. "You'll pay for that!"

"Amumu…"

"Tell me why!? What was it about me that made me so unlikable? Why couldn't we have been friends! I thought we were friends."

"We were friends!" Annie shouted back.

"Stop lying to me! You said we were never friends. You just lied the entire time. Just to toy with me."

"No Amumu." Annie doused the fire she had been brewing. "I just said those things so you would go be with your people. I thought they were nice, but they're not. I'm sorry I lied to you."

For a brief moment, Amumu's shoulders relaxed and his eyes softened, but a moment later and he strengthened his resolved and charged again. "I'll kill you!"

"Keep moving!" Ashe cried as the Shadow Mongers retreated behind her. "Come on, come on their faster than they look." Her army made it up a small hill of rock, they all fell behind the hill and took cover, the objective wasn't to hide though, simply tempt.

The Yordlite force was right behind them, their ancient weapons already soaked in modern blood and hungry for more. Ashe stood atop the hill, her bow ready and she aimed it down the center of the Yordlites. She charged the enchanted crystal arrow, and fired it through their ranks. They didn't seem to die, but the arrow was powerful enough to travel through the Yordlite ranks, skewing them on the arrow before pinning any in its path to the walls of the Sand Citadel.

"That's the signal," An-Sheben stood in front of a the third wave of Shadow Mongers. "Third Regiment! Advance!" She called and they ran after the Yordlites from behind.

"Charge!" Ashe instructed her soldiers from behind the hill. There were roughly twelve thousand Yordlite corpses walking about, and only ten thousand Shadow Mongers, but with a dual front battle as well as the added concept of uphill warfare, Ashe thought it was the best shot they could get.

Annie's attacks did nothing, but Amumu couldn't touch her. It was an even match if there ever was one and Renekton was having a laughable time watching the children fight. Amumu swung his fist towards her face, Annie moved out of the way and launched a fire ball into Amumu's face, he recoiled, but there was no evidence he was hurt. He socked her in the gut, which she felt and then threw her across the chamber again.

"Amumu stop!" She cried trying to regain her breathe.

"I can't do that Annie, I don't want to do that."