Renekton awoke with a feeling of lingering pain, as well as being on a tattered hospital bed. He arose slowly, and took notice that his Bat'Leth, hat, and shirt were missing, and he was in an unknown environment. He approached a door, and slowly opened it; entering what appeared to be a sewer like area. He walked through the dank, filth riddled halls; his feet crushing what looked to be an age old skull, as his ears picked up voices in the distance. He didn't have his weapon, but he did have his fists. Renekton moved carefully, and when he reached a corner, he poked his head out carefully, and saw dozens of Summoners, all building things with magic in a large room. He also saw Thresh there, motioning to the Summoners to build things. He could also see the other remaining champions, and upon seeing Renekton, Nocturne was first to greet Renekton as he approached the Butcher.
"How are you feeling friend?"
"Like Demacian and Noxian shit; where the hell are we?"
"Zaun sewers," Mordikaiser said, as he lifted a large piece of metal with little effort. "Those evil guys don't know where we are; they nabbed a few more Champs on the way here; it's just you, me, Thresh, Cho'Gath, Nocturne over there, and Vel'Koz." Renekton was concerned now, as he looked around almost scared.
"Where is my brother; where is Nasus?" Everyone fell silent, as Nocturne let out a spectral sigh. "Nasus stayed behind to ensure your escape; I have no idea if he's ok or not, or if he's alive." Renekton went silent, as his eyes took on a hellish red. First they took his beloved Willow, turned her into a damned monster, then Melody, who made his world shine with renewed vigor, and now they took his own flesh and blood?! Out of fury, Renekton slammed his fist into a wall, and everyone watched it crack violently.
"We can save him though." When Thresh said those words, Renekton was in front of him in an instant.
"How?! Tell me?!"
"I think I managed to deduce where they're keeping the captured Champions for... "processing". It's somewhere in the Freljord; we get there, we can save them all, including your brother." Renekton nodded, as he looked to Nocturne and Mordikaiser, who both nodded in agreement.
"Is there room for one more, I must ask?" That voice...they all turned to the edge of the room's entrance...and saw him. Cho'Gath emerged from a room, and at the sight of who it was, he dropped his cup of tea.
"Kha'Zix..." The Voidreaver stood there, a bit damaged, as well as being in a new skin, dubbed the Guardian of the Sands, but overall alive and well. Cho'Gath was in front of him a second later; crushing him in a death hug, as the two friends, almost brothers embraced.
"Kha'Zix! How did you survive?! We've been worried sick for the past few years!"
"Like I told Renekton; Voidborn never truly die; it's possible to come back...just took me a while since I came back in my weakest form; I had to eat and fight to get back my original form and abilities." Cho'Gath released him, as he shook off the crushing sensation in his back and wings.
"Let's go then," Renekton said, finding his Bat'Leth, hat, and shirt on a crate. "We know where they are, let's go save them. Kha, Morde, Noc, Cho, you guys are with me. Vel and Thresh; protect the Summoners." Everyone agreed, as the 5 man team set off, now with something they hadn't had in a long time; Hope; the greatest power of all in the hour of darkness. For when the darkest day brings ugly terror and death, there would always be a brighter light, and that hope the team now held; Renekton personally.
...but could he really kill someone he loved so dearly?
To Be Continued...