[Elysium]
Vayne and Lucian were now fighting with greater ferocity, greater determination, with a rivalling carelessness. Vayne's great agility would render her also invisible in the game of shadows against Evelynn. The demon would get to scream more and more in her own twisted masochistic way. The pressure on Thresh started to make him relent. Lucian's fighting pattern changed. It started to be more like... the Hunter's. And while Vayne was exhilarated by the burst of adrenaline, her satisfaction of Lucian's way of fighting boosted her excitement further. ''This is over.'' Lucian cried out as he unleashed a hail of bullets. ''For Runeterra.'' The black hole lantern could not take much longer. ''For me - you son of a bitch.'' The bullets started eating at the Warden's form. ''For Senna.'' With a howling cry the wraith would burn and deteriorate to the ground. ''But my design! Was flo w les s - - -'' and his entire existence melted into the light. The lantern, back to its original form busted open. All the stars from across the cosmos, all the souls that were taken from him, they all ascended back to the night sky, as the Purifier took in the moment - his eyes closed, breathing in deeply a sigh of relief. A sigh of satisfaction. In his closed eyes he saw a vision of a soul. Senna. As beautiful as he always remembered her, her face smiling, she caressed his cheek. Her form too - ascending, joining the others into the heavens.
Meanwhile, Vayne's battle versus the demon was getting more and more hectic, more and more intense. Both inflicting wounds upon each other, both gasping and moaning from pleasure, as Vayne finally laid the demon down. Throwing her knee down on her neck, Vayne took one of her heavy crossbow projectiles and started shoving it down repeatedly on the demon's face. In the heat of the moment, all the hatred in the world that nested in her heart was in every thrust of the projectile. In the heat of the moment, she saw nothing but her face getting dug up further and further with every stab. ''...na.'' An echo from far away. ''Shau na.'' It sounded louder. ''Shauna!'' Lucian's hand grabbed Vayne's, as she snapped out of it. The next moment Vayne looked down, she saw the dirt. A dug up dirt that was. In that moment she allowed herself to calm down. Lucian let go off her hand as he gazed at Vayne wanting to reassure her, but she was glancing elsewhere, to some dark place.
A great damage has been dealt to the Shadow Isles, but the land is far from healing any sooner. The purgers sat at a nearby cemetery - back to back, only a forgotten tombstone was separating them. They stood silent there for the time being, thinking. Lucian looked back up to the sky, the memory of the vision allowed him to smile at last. ''We really did it, didn't we?'' asked Lucian. Vayne remained in silence and did not give an answer as she was steeped in thought. ''You think she escaped? Or that he somehow survived? Whether they did, I welcome them to try again.'' he smiled cockily to which Vayne infused a smirk. There was another moment of silence between them, as Lucian thought about what would happen next. ''I never understood your ways, Vayne. We didn't see eye to eye much, but everything you've done. Words you've said, actions you took... they helped me win a close battle. I'm grateful.'' he confessed, the honesty did not go unnoticed to Vayne. It didn't matter, however. Nothing will ever do... ''Have you ever thought... what it would be like to make a new beginning? To stray from the darkness, put a little light in your heart? Shauna. Would you ever put this all to rest and settle down for a new life?'' asked Lucian again. ''...A life like this is not for me.'' sounded Vayne's voice. ''I get it. But you can fight the darkness so long...'' Vayne was already gone when Lucian turned his head around. He smiled knowingly and sat back down against the tombstone. What a beautiful night.