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She is ever-changing but always the same. She has never been real but is always close at hand.

There is still a ghost leaf in the heart that Foyego no longer possesses, and it is torn apart again by thinking about the past...

Foyego sat on the broken and charred throne, sitting in the deepest part of the world.

He nailed the King's Blade in his hand deeply into the rock at his feet. The hard obsidian cracked and violent vibrations spread throughout the Shadow Island.

To his left stood a painting that he could no longer bear to look at.

Isolde's appearance was flawless and unbearable, and her beauty and beauty made him unable to calm down at all.

He tore her away from the painting, leaving only the figure of a fatuous young lady.Hundreds of years ago, he believed that everything in the world was beautiful, but now he is dead.

Maybe not death, but change beyond recognition.

Foego barely remembers his old country, a place untouched by shadow and pain.

In his memory, he came to the streets paved with sandstone, and all he saw was Isulde.

Every painting on every wall put her into a world in the painting that only he could touch and see.

However, when he stretched out his hand, the illusion immediately shattered.Then he was here, surrounded by evil water, the vast evil water that had snatched her away again.

Foego pulled out the sword from the ground, swung the heavy sword blade, and beat it on the ground and wall with a cry.

Then he stood still for a long time, looking at the ancient painting left by his motherland, and seemed to see something new.

He looked at himself and saw what he had been like before the island was swallowed up by darkness.

"Foego," he said, "was handsome and elegant. He was in his prime. What has become of him now, Foego? What has become of you?" The painting in his hand fell to the ground, and the frame burst open, with something inside. The lying canvas was wrinkled.

"Isolde, where are you?" Foego said. "Why don't you come back to me?"

But of course he knew why.

"I predict that in the near future, the entire Rune Continent will be plunged into a black fog, and the leader of that black fog is Foyego."

This time Aphelios took the initiative to write.

"Dark fog?"

Robin nodded:

"For most people, the black fog is a disaster and a hiding place for ghosts and monsters. The fog carries life-sucking evil spirits to attack the living, snatching people away until the sun goes out and the world turns into nothingness.

For Foego, the black mist is his heavy and endless sadness, constantly pouring out of his broken heart.

It bore witness to his love, to the moving moments long gone, and to remind him all the time of what he had been deprived of a long time ago.

It is this thick fog that sweeps across the land, its roiling tentacles ruthlessly invading everything, draining all life wherever it touches, leaving only a misty corpse-green color, which is the dim light of the ruined curse. .

However, it is not aimless. As Foego's sadness rises and falls like a tide, the dense fog keeps rolling forward, seeming to be searching for something, chasing something...

Something old, familiar, serene.

The evil spirits and ghosts in the fog can do whatever they want, but the fog itself is different - it just keeps running towards her endlessly.

Everything Foyego did was for her.

And now, it found something, far beyond the island, beyond Bilgewater Pier and Ionia Beach.There is something on the mainland in a small riverside town

.The object called to Foego, cried out to Foego, and demanded his attention at all costs.

Although people were wailing, although they were escaping from the approaching curtain of death, although the resentful spirits and ghosts were roaring and devouring, what Foego heard in his ears was one voice, and only this one voice.

"Foyego." He couldn't hear the exact words, but he imagined the voice calling him.

The Ruined King burst out of the fog like a hungry black shadow, and while raising the blade high, he split the first guard he met in two.

The man's face was distorted in pain, his body melted and dissipated, and his soul was absorbed by the thick fog. However, Foego hardly took a moment to rest and cut off the second guard with his sword.

Beside him, hordes of ghouls feasted on flesh and blood, tearing the flesh of the living and drawing their souls into the king's army.

The flames of war are scorching, flesh and blood are flying everywhere, arrows are whizzing, swords are clanging, and corpses are lying hundreds of miles away.

For Foego, none of that mattered.

He stood at the foot of the city wall, raised his hand high, and the thick fog rushed forward.

The masonry was corroded and quickly collapsed.Foego walked towards the wall and in an instant, he passed through it.

He was silent all the way, heading towards the source of the sound.

He cut down two, then another guard.Their souls rose behind him, waiting for his command.

The city's ruler stood before him, a proud man guarding some treasure, Foego was sure.

But as a leader and a warrior with strong martial arts skills, perhaps this person can become a more powerful servant instead of a ghost controlled only by hunger.

"Stop," Foego said, raising a hand again.

The fog, the evil spirits, the horrors, and all the fighting - everything seems to be frozen at the command of the Ruined King.

"The treasures hidden behind you are the luggage that you cannot understand. I am here to return it to its original owner. As a reward, you can become my important minister."

The man seemed speechless, confused and confused and unable to muster the courage to speak.

But Foego was patient.After a long time, the visitor slowly uttered a few words from his mouth: "If I give you the treasure, can you let this city go?"

The Ruined King seemed disappointed.

Whether he was contemplating a reply or assessing the situation, the man could never know, for Foego suddenly appeared above him, his huge blade slashing downwards through the heart of the tiny, cowardly king.His body slid along the edge of the giant sword, and black lines spread on the surface of his skin.

Foego opened the door behind him, and then he saw the treasure there.

An old music box, which was a gift Foego received on his wedding day, was whispering something to him.

It seemed to be soaked with sorrow, that endless, immeasurable sorrow, but Foego just held it in front of his eyes, imagining the smile that would surely bloom on Isulde's face when he reunited with her again.

"What have they done to you, my love?"

He whimpered, and the man who had just been killed by the sword slowly stood up from the ground, with an evil blue-green light pulsating in the cracks on his skin.

"Don't worry," he comforted the music box, "I will definitely find you. It's just a matter of time."

With that, Foyego disappeared, leaving behind only thousands of resentful spirits that devoured the city.

"So what's the solution to Foego?"

“The soul fragments of his wife Isulde, the most critical of which is Senna.

She is an unfortunate person! "

Senna's path to the Sentinel of Light begins in darkness.

Everything starts with the black mist...

Senna first encountered the Black Mist at a very young age.

When the shipwreck caused by the distant soul-eating night drifted to the beach of her hometown, the black mist in the wreckage awakened under the contact of life.

She and her village survived the ensuing soul storm only because of a sentinel who was nearby...

However, after the attack, the black mist followed Senna for some reason.

She was cursed, and the mark left by the black mist caused the horror to pursue her endlessly. The darkness closed in on her like a dying moth to the fire of life.

She never knew when the next attack would be - and the scariest thing was that while waiting for the attack, she was constantly worried about the shadows around every corner.

The sentry who saved Senna was named Urias, a bad-tempered veteran who didn't understand why Black Mist was attracted to a girl.

But he knew that if she wanted to survive, she would have to learn to fight back.

As a result, Senna joined the Sentinels of Light organization where Urias belonged.

The origins of this sacred order can be traced back to the former Blessed Light Island, where the black mist originated.

She mastered the Holy Stone Pistol given to her by Urias, learned how to channel her soul into the Holy Light, and proved herself to be a powerful enemy of darkness with actual results.

Although traveling with Urias made Senna feel at ease.

Thanks to his rough guidance, she learned to keep a gun's range away from people.If she lets others get too close, they will be harmed when the black mist comes.

Senna could never stay in one place for too long, and she and Urias found that those who took them in were inevitably under siege.

In the end, even Urias was brutally killed, leading Senna to feel that she might never let anyone near her again.

With a heavy burden on her mind, Senna set out to find Ulias' family in Demacia and deliver the news of his obituary.There she met his son, Lucian.

He reluctantly begged Senna to take him with him to Urias's wake.

From the first moment they met, she found herself very embarrassed. She didn't know if her inner wall could stop such a stubborn, yet full of humor and loving person.

As time passed, it became increasingly clear that Lucian was destined to be a member of the Sentinels and Senna's partner.

The longer they work together, the deeper the bond between them becomes, and Senna realizes that the value of a wall of heart lies not in who it keeps out, but in who it lets in.

As Lucian's love for Senna grew, so did his desire to lift her curse.

Soon, this wish became his only goal, and the light in his eyes reflected the pistol.

Senna began to worry that the love that once existed in Lucian's eyes might only be left with sadness.

While searching for a solution, Senna and Lucian encountered the sadistic wraith Thresh.

But they are only one step away from uncovering the secret of the Ruined Curse, and at the same time solving the root of Senna's curse. Lucian refuses to look back...

Thresh threw the chains, and Senna stood between the wraith and her husband.

What hurt more than the sickle blade was seeing the pain on Lucian's face.With her last breath, she screamed and begged Lucian to escape. ?

But just when Senna felt the death blow and knew she was defeated, she also realized there was a glimmer of hope.

She's been haunted by the Dark Mist her whole life, and now she's no longer afraid - she can ride it into Thresh's lantern and see what's inside.

Her curse becomes her only chance for redemption.

In the years that followed, Lucian sought to put his lover to rest, while Senna explored her ghostly prison.

She learns that the source of her curse is life.

The spark of life in her body is brighter than anyone else - it was the shipwreck that drifted away after the Soul-eating Night that infected her with this power.At that time, a powerful immortal soul touched her and surrendered its unnatural life...

It is life that makes the black mist linger.

She can use this power to draw the black mist into her body, cutting off its hold on the other souls in the lantern.

Among the souls she freed were former sentinels who held long-lost knowledge, including the origins of the Ruined Curse, the source of her curse...

It is love that created this curse.

When Lucian pierced the broken pistol into the lantern, hoping to end the torture of the soul inside, the moment Senna had been waiting for came.

She escaped, surrounded by the black mist she had drawn from other souls.

She is dead but also alive, alive because of her curse.

The Holy Stone Cannon in her hand was forged from the weapons left behind by the dead sentries, and could mediate the dual power of darkness and light.

Now that Senna no longer runs away from the black mist, she can understand that the souls in the black mist are suffering.

She endured the pain and drew their black mist into herself, setting them free while defeating the darkness with darkness.

She can embrace death, transform into a wraith, become the enemy's kind, and use the power of life contaminated in her body to regain her life.

While Senna and Lucian's love transcended death, they now must face the consequences of her return from the dead.

Senna knew what they had to do next, a secret she learned in the lantern.

Find the Ruined King and stop him at all costs...

"do you know?

Senna's life wasn't that bad when it came to Lucian. "

There is a saying on Senna's home island. "The wind can only speak if it takes away a person's breath."

Do you want me to describe the black mist that greeted me when I first arrived in this Ionian village, hooded and carrying a relic cannon?

The black mist can also take away people's words, which are the screams of the dead.

It had been filled with Senna's screams - but now she was alive.

Senna felt Lucian's warm hand on her shoulder.

They stepped off the ship and set foot on the land of Ionia. For some reason, only his warmth could penetrate Senna's heart wall like this.Only he would try so stupidly and stubbornly.

Only he understands that the only thing that can penetrate Senna's armor and the rules behind it is love.

"You go high and I go low?" I asked.

He was lost in thought, and I could feel the warmth on his hands cooling down.At that moment, what he saw was not me, but the woman he had tried to save, the cursed me who had been forced to flee for the rest of my life.