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The ghosts of the dead cry vehemently at those who killed them.
Sometimes the dead are horrendous villains, sometimes civillians killed by the turmoils of war.
You can hear as they murmur their killer’s names.
If you are one of them, the Shadow Isles is unforgiving.
You will be chased down until you cry, chanting alongside them.
In an instant, Viego’s mind was transported back to the city of Demacia, where the sun had just risen over the high walls of the city, casting a warm glow on the bustling streets below. Crowds of people were moving through the city, going about their daily business, while guards patrolled the streets to keep the peace.
Away from the serenity of daily life, in the heart of the city, in the grand palace of the King of Demacia, a group of champions had gathered. They had been called upon by the king himself to discuss a matter of great importance.
Garen, the Might of Demacia , stood at the head of the group. He was joined by his sister, Lux, the Lady of Luminosity , and her friend, the rogue archer Vayne. Also present were the armored knight Jarvan IV, the nobleman and duelist Fiora, and the swift and deadly assassin Talon.
King Viego addressed the group, his voice stern and commanding. "Champions of Demacia, I have called you here because our city is in peril. A group of Noxian spies has infiltrated our city, and they seek to undermine our efforts to maintain peace and order."
Garen stepped forward, his eyes blazing with determination. "We will not allow this threat to go unchecked, Your Majesty. We will hunt down these spies and bring them to justice." Through his voice, his unwavering dedication to Demacia resounded through the air as his brave demeanor literally took control of the mood of the entire room.
Viego nodded, his face grim. They had no idea, not the slightest clue, about the future terror that would destroy this room, the bustling merchant streets outside, let alone disintegrate the entire kingdom in almost an instant.