The low trees on both sides of the road were covered with iron thorns, and some invisible creature in the dark shadows of the jungle made a serene sound.

It might be that the big rats that grew on the boat followed them to the shore. Marcus did not see the complete rat, but occasionally caught a glimpse of a round, furry body and heard the slight sound of his paws stepping across the wood.

There was an idea that he could not get rid of, as if these mice had too many more feet than normal mice.

The air on the island was salty and humid, and a layer of moisture was hung on his delicate robe and leather boots.

He lifted a box of incense under his nose, but still could not overwhelm the stench on the island. This stench reminded him of when he was at home, whenever the sea breeze blew, it would bring this smell from the corpse pit outside the Noxus walls.

When he thought of home, he suddenly felt uneasy. The carnival in the tombs deep underground in the city did make him feel the wonderful impulse of guilt, which was the reward for following the mark of the blooming of black petals. In that dark grave, he and his companions gathered together to become believers.

She was waiting there.

He looked forward, hoping to catch a glimpse of her charming figure, which was the woman's words, who brought so many people to this place.

He caught a glimpse of scarlet silk and enchanting waist, and then the mist seeped out of the woods obscured his vision.

He had heard her tell the teachings of the ancient gods he believed in, and he had been ecstatic to learn that he and thirty other people were selected to accompany her on this pilgrimage.

When they stepped onto the cargo-laden sailboat under the cover of midnight, the helmsman with a cap stared at them without saying a word. Everything was like a wonderful adventure, but so far from Noxus, his enthusiasm began to fade away.

Marcus stopped and turned to look at the road behind him.

His pilgrimage companion pushed him away and continued forward, like a group of livestock with empty eyes, queuing up toward the butcher knife in the killing.

What happened to them? The helmsman was walking at the end, floating gently on the road, as if his feet were floating in the air.

The robe on his body fluttered and fluttered. Marcus suddenly felt a heart-wrenching fear in his chest, trying to stay away from this figure full of strange aura.

He turned around, only to find himself facing her.

"Elis..." he said, feeling unhappy.

He instinctively wanted to push her aside and escape from this horrible place, but her obsessive dark charm defeated all the thoughts of resistance.

His disgust dissipated so quickly that he wasn't even sure he had really felt any disgust.

"Marcus," Elise said, hearing his name spit out from her sacred lips, making him feel a sense of joy spreading through his spine.

Her charm hooked him tightly, and he savored every inch of her perfect body.
Chapter completed!