People are pirates, opening the era of games

"You mortals," Karsus said while shaking his head. “You are afraid of what you don’t understand, and you may even reject the good things that come to you because of this.”

The monster floated closer and closer, his staff illuminating the ship's deck with a pale, faint light.

Vionax retreated from the cold air of the resentful soul. Her crew members had fallen under the illumination of the cane's light, and then their souls slowly flowed out of their bodies like streams.

The heel of her shoe scraped against the mesh of the hammock that held the body, and she stumbled, falling backward to the ground.

She crawled away from Karthus, crawling over the corpses of her crew.

The hammock stirred beneath her.

They all began to move, like freshly caught fish struggling in the air, twisting and turning in their stitched hammocks.

Tentacles of mist snaked out from the holes in the sail, and the sailmaker's originally strong and sealed stitches were also leaking mist.

Many faces emerged from the mist. These faces were the crew members she had worked with for many years, the men and women who had fought alongside her.

The wraith towered before her, and the dead crew members of the Dark Thought stood beside him, their soul forms showing clear outlines in the moonlight.

"Death is not terrible, Lady Vionax."

Karsus said. "Death frees you from all pain. It opens your eyes to the world beyond and to the glory of eternal life. Embrace the beauty and wonder of death.

Give up your mortal life.You don't need it. "

He stretched out his hand, and the fire in his hand began to magnify, gradually surrounding her.She screamed as the ghostly fire burned through her skin, through her flesh and bones, and down to her very soul.

The wraith clenched its fists, and Vionax screamed as she found herself torn apart from the inside out.

"Free your soul," Karthus said, carving another mark with his sharp nails on his staff.

“You will feel no pain, no fear, no desire to feel anything but the beauty I am about to show you.

Wonder and spectacle await you, mortal, why do you not long for this ecstasy? "

"No," she said with her last breath. "I do not want to look."

"It's done," Karthus said.

The boat suddenly stopped and someone on board shouted:

"what is that?"

Robin immediately walked to the deck and saw the dark fog on the Shadow Island not far away.

The crew turned the ship around to get away from this strange place.

But it was too late, as the huge waves hit the boat.

But in the ancient country of Kamavia, which has long since fallen, there once was a village.

It was in such a remote place that a lowly tailor created her most beloved doll-Gwen.

The only memories Gwen has left are all about the imprint of love.

Her master and she worked together every day. When the master was preparing needlework, Gwen's hands would quietly hold the scissors for her.

At night, the two of them would huddle under the dining table and play war games.

In the candlelit kitchen, silverware clinked.

Day and night pass, the games no longer exist, and the candlelight gradually fades away.Gwen couldn't understand why, but every time she tried to recall the past, she would feel a sharp sting.

This pain is connected to a man, but his name and appearance cannot be recalled.

Gwen lay motionless for thousands of years, silent and silent, letting the world forget and letting the tide wash away her memory.

And that night, she opened her eyes.

Gwen seemed to wake up from a big dream and found herself on a dark beach far from home.An unknown magic transforms her into a real girl, with arms and legs that she can move and completely control by herself!

Gwen felt the joy of life.

She jumped briskly on the beach and was surprised to find that she could have a panoramic view of the distant scenery.

She was excited by the touch of every pebble and marveled at the beauty of the gentle breeze on her back.

There were many wrecks left thousands of years ago scattered along the beach, which caught her eye.Amidst the mess, she found some objects that were so familiar that they seemed like they were from another world away.

Scissors, sewing needle and ball of thread.

Gwen immediately recognized that these were the owner's things.

When her fingertips touched several tools, a shimmering mist flowed out of her hands.

She felt a sense of peace and warmth in her heart, as if she was being gently embraced by that holy past.

But Gwen isn't the only one awakened by this magic.

There is a strange mist lingering deep in the island.

Black as ink, rolling and shrinking, constantly turning into terrifying evil spirits.

It was Gwen's awakening that attracted them—the scent that evil spirits coveted.

The evil spirit appeared in front of Gwen, but she showed no fear. Instead, she wielded the scissors and stabbed him hard.

To her delight, the mist suddenly erupted, turning ordinary metal tools into magical weapons.

But the evil spirit didn't know how to retreat.Under the influence of the ever-increasing black mist, they gathered more and more.

Gradually, Gwen felt a familiar, tragic pain.

Surrounded by evil spirits, dusty memories begin to emerge.

She recalled the appearance of her master - seriously injured and dying, lying on the bed in agony.There was a man beside her, and his face finally reappeared clearly in Gwen's memory - Foyego.

As soon as his name came to mind, Gwen fell to her knees.

She recalled with nostalgia the time she spent with her master, those happy and innocent years, and couldn't help but look at her scissors...

It was then that Gwen realized something very important.

Her master, who had been victimized by this man's spiteful vanity, was not completely gone.

And the tools she left behind, the tools originally used to create Gwen, are now in Gwen's hands.

Gwen believes this is no coincidence.In the deepest part of her heart, she understood that her master was still by her side, still fighting.

This is a gift from the master, and Gwen will never waste it easily.

She held the needle and thread tightly, swirling the holy mist, and drove back the evil spirits that surged forward.

Her scissors slashed with swiftness and ferocity, bringing back memories of happy nights when her master would engage in imaginary battles with her under the kitchen table.

Not long after, the evil spirits dissipated.

Although Gwen won, she understood that this was just the beginning.

Gwen could feel that the evil spirits were connected to Foego, and both were the cause of this immense grief.

Time is running out, and Gwen is determined to trace the source of the black fog and contain it at all costs.

Of course she knew how arduous this journey would be, but she was also extremely excited for every moment she lived, because no one knew how long the magic that gave her life would last.

Since it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that gave Gwen her life, she made up her mind to fight against evil with her unyielding will.

Her footprints will be all over Runeterra in order to make the suffering people happy again.

For Gwen, every moment is precious and every step is what her heart desires.

The setting sun was shining slantingly, and the shadows of the trees were mottled. A young girl stood there with a wide black bow, silvery blue curly hair, glittering golden accessories, and an elegant and delicate dress.

In her hands she held a pair of giant scissors that were half virtual and half real.

She had been in this western continent for weeks—perhaps even months.

This land outlined a vast horizon on the horizon, the largest piece of land she had ever seen, but Gwen only had one thing on her mind:

black mist.

She chased him all the way from the island, determined to stop its invasion whenever she had the chance.

There is a small stone house not far away, with smoke curling up from the kitchen.Candlelight lit up in the dim window.

A wooden door opened and two little boys ran out, each holding a doll in his hand.

They chased each other around the farm, laughing and shouting commands.

At this moment, they are no longer children, and their toys are no longer patchwork and sewn pieces of cloth.

They are the kings who drive and conquer in person, and the toys in their hands are brave and capable soldiers, defending the kingdom and fighting against evil.

Gwen sighed softly.

She thought of her master's home, which was not much different from the home in front of her.

She thought of the carefree days of play, when she was just a doll, when her Master was filled with peace and joy.

The first sign must be pain.

Gwen covered her chest, and then she saw it coming out of the woods to the east.

The blackened mist stretches out thin tentacles, curling and overlapping to form familiar-looking shapes.The ear-piercing scream squeezed out countless evil claws, hungry for life.The two boys dropped their dolls and ran away.

Gwen couldn't bear to hear that anymore, it wasn't the sadness in the black fog, she had heard it too many times - it was the children.

They are innocent.What they deserve is a happy childhood.

She jumped out of the jungle.The huge scissors were raised above his head, and the closed scissor blades dragged out a white light.

The dress rotated and swayed with her, and the scissors drew an arc and slashed downwards. Many unsuspecting black mist ghosts were destroyed with one blow.

"Ha!" Gwen shouted, "You guys came too late. Are you afraid of me?"

The resentful spirits looked at Gwen one after another, spitting strange screams from their sharp teeth.

Gwen looked at the two stunned children, crouching behind a fallen tree trunk.

She said in a soft voice, "Don't worry. I won't let them succeed."

Wraiths gathered.Dark shouts echoed in the air.

In the sky that was clear just now, dark, dilapidated clouds condensed out of thin air, covering Gwen.

The two boys hugged each other tightly.

Gwen opened the scissors.In just one breath, the resentful spirit seemed to be still.

Gwen took her chance and lunged forward.Her scissors were so fast that it was impossible to tell with the naked eye.

Wisps of shadow appeared and disappeared, completely broken by Gwen's magic scissors.One, two, three seconds later, only a small group of servants of black mist remained.

Gwen gasped, holding her knees with one hand, and thrusting the scissors vertically into the soil with the other.

A few loose threads on her dress fluttered in the wind.

She glanced at the fallen tree trunk.Two pairs of frightened eyes were peeking over here.She turned back to look at the resentful spirits.

“I won’t let them down.

"She said to herself, "I made a promise that I would not let anyone down. "

She pulled a few needles out of her pocket and threw them up into the air.Then he turned around and whirled around, slamming his hand onto the ground.

As if they heard the order, those thin needles fell around Gwen one after another, forming a circle.

She closed her eyes and whispered, "May my mist be holy."

Wisps of white mist shimmered and flowed out from the fine needles.

One boy covered his eyes.The other continued to watch.This fog is different.

It makes people feel quiet, warm, even... safe?The misty threads twine and swirl, flowing neatly together to weave into the masterpiece of a seamstress.

Soon, Gwen was enveloped in a thick fog that protected her.

A resentful spirit, whether reckless or desperate, rushed into this mysterious realm.

Other wraiths gathered nearby, trying to follow.

Within the thick fog, Gwen danced a circle around her enemy.

She dodged every scratch, every sweep, and the sound of silvery laughter interspersed between the closing clangs of the scissors.

Another resentful spirit entered.Another chuckle echoed.

Outside the thick fog, the two boys looked on in surprise.who is she?Who is this?

It seemed easy to them, but Gwen knew that these evil spirits never sleep.

She needed to end this fight.She gritted her teeth, swung the giant scissors, cut a wraith in two, and then put the weapon aside.

She pulled out the last few needles and poured all her magic into shooting the clusters of needles forward.

The thin needle shot out of the mist quickly and passed through the chests of those resentful spirits.

Instead of laughing, Gwen let out a shout of victory.All the resentful spirits collapsed and disappeared, leaving only thin needles stuck in the soil.

A cool breeze blew through Gwen's shiny bow, and all the fog dissipated.

She grabbed the scissors, picked up the needle, and let out a long breath.Her eyes returned to the fallen tree, where the two boys were now sitting on the trunk.

Gwen walked over. "Are you guys okay?"

A little face stained with grass blades looked up and shook his head.

"You're awesome!" another boy yelled.He threw the torn doll in his hand to the ground and threw it next to the other doll. "We can't."

He lowered his voice and muttered, "We're useless."

Gwen frowned slightly.

She felt their pain.

They were weak and helpless, and had every right to feel sad and angry, but she couldn't take her eyes away from the two broken dolls, and she felt a pang in her heart.

"Are you-" one of the boys started to ask.

"Will you stay with us?" another boy blurted.

Gwen thought for a moment. At this time, a ragged woman rushed out panting and hugged the two children.

"My little baby! It's great that you are okay." Tears could not stop flowing from her face.

"Sorry, ma'am," Gwen said politely, "who are you?"

"Oh, please forgive me," the woman replied, "I'm so rude." She wiped her eyes and got a good look at Gwen, then she hesitated.