She is inconsistent and always the same as before. She has never been real, but she is always close.

The heart that Foyego no longer has remains, a ghost left, and it is torn apart again because of looking back on 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 deep into the rocks under his feet. The hard obsidian cracked and violent vibrations affected the entire Shadow Island.

On his left was a painting that he couldn't bear to see anymore.

Isuld's appearance is flawless and unbearable to look at it; it is beautiful and charming, making him unable to calm down at all.

He tore her off the painting, leaving only the figure of a foolish young master. Hundreds of years ago, he believed that the world was full of beauty, but now he has already died.

Perhaps it cannot be considered death, but it is beyond recognition.

Foyego no longer remembers his former country, the place that was not touched by shadows and pain.

In his memory, he came to the sandstone street, and all he saw was Isuld.

Every painting on each wall puts her into a world in a painting, only he can touch and only he can see.

However, when he reached out his hand, the illusion shattered instantly. Then he arrived here, surrounded by bad water, which had taken away the vast amount of bad water again.

Foyego drew his sword from the ground, swung his heavy sword body, and blew it on the ground and the walls in tears.

Then he stood still for a long time, looking at the ancient painting left by his homeland, as if he had seen something new.

He looked at himself and saw him as he had been swallowed by darkness on this island.

"Foyego," he said, "is elegant and elegant. In his prime. What is it now? Foyego? What will you end up?" The painting in his hand fell to the ground, the frame burst, and the canvas sandwiched inside was wrinkled.

"Isuld, where are you?" said Foyego, "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 fall into a black fog, and the leader of that black fog is Foyego."

This time Aphelius took the initiative to write.

"Black mist?"

Robin nodded:

"For most people, black fog is a disaster, a place for ghosts to hide. The fog carries the resentful spirits that suck life to attack the living, grabbing people until the sun is extinguished and the world becomes nothingness.

For Foyego, the black fog was his heavy and endless sadness, which kept pouring out from his broken heart.

It witnessed his love, witnessed the moving time that had passed, and always reminded him of everything he had been deprived of a long time ago.

It is this thick fog that swept across the earth, and the tumbling tentacles coldly invaded everything. All life wherever they reach was drained, leaving only the ethereal green of the corpse, which was the faint light of the ruined curse.

However, it was not aimless. As Foyego's sadness fluctuated like a tide, the thick fog kept surging forward, as if searching for something and chasing something...

Something old, familiar, peaceful.

The evil spirits and ghosts in the fog can do whatever they want, but the thick fog itself is different - it will only rush towards her forever.

Everything Foyego did was for her.

And now, it has found something, far beyond the island, farther away from Bilgewater Pier and Ionia Beach. There is an East XZ on the mainland in a small riverside town

The object summoned Foyego, cried Foyego, and called him at all costs.

Although people were wailing, although they were escaping from the sky of death that was floating, and although the resentful spirits and evil spirits were roaring and devouring, there was a voice heard in Foyego's ears, only this one voice.

"Foyego." He couldn't hear the exact words clearly, but imagined that voice was calling himself.

The devastated king broke out like a hungry black shadow, lifting the sword blade high and dividing the first guard he encountered in two.

The man's face twisted in pain, his body melted and dissipated, and his soul was absorbed by thick fog, but Foyego barely took a moment to stop and slashed the second guard straight away.

Around him, groups of corpses ate flesh and blood, tear the bodies of the living, and swept their souls into the king's legion.

The war was stagnant, the flesh and blood were flying, the arrows were roaring, the swords were clanging, and the corpse was buried a hundred miles away.

For Foyego, it doesn't matter.

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

The bricks and stones were corrupted and collapsed quickly. Foyego walked towards the wall, and in an instant, he passed through.

He was silent all the way, moving towards where the sound came from.

He cut down two people, and then another guard. Their souls stood up behind him and waited for his order.

The ruler of the city stood before him, a proud man protecting a treasure, Foyego could be sure.

But as a leader and a warrior with high martial arts skills, perhaps this person can become a stronger minister, rather than a ghost who is only controlled by hunger.

"Stop." Foyego said, raising his hand again.

The thick fog, the evil spirits, the terrifying things, and all the battles seemed to be fixed under the command of the devastated king.

"The treasures hidden behind you are the baggage that you cannot resolve. I will return it to the original owner as a reward, and you will become my imperial minister."

The man seemed speechless, and his confusion and confusion made him unable to muster up the courage to speak.

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

The King of Defeated seemed disappointed.

Whether he was thinking about how to answer or judge the situation, the man would never know, because Foyego suddenly appeared above his head, and his huge sword blade slashed downward, piercing through the heart of the tiny, cowardly king. His body slid down along the edge of the giant sword, and the black lines spread out on the surface of his skin.

Foyego opened the door behind him, and when he saw it, the treasure was placed there.

An old music box, which was the gift that Foyego received on the wedding day, was whispering something to him.

It seemed soaked with sorrow, the endless, immeasurable sorrow, but Foyego just brought it to his eyes, imagining a smile that would surely bloom on Isuld's face when he met her again.

"What did they do to you, my love?"

He whimpered, and the man who had just passed the corpse sword slowly stood up from the ground, and the evil blue-green light pulsated from 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."

After saying that, Foyego disappeared, leaving only millions of resentful spirits, devouring the city.

"So what's the way to deal with Foyego?"

"The most important part of the soul fragments of his wife Isuld is Senna.

She is an unfortunate person!”

Senna's road to the light sentinel begins in the darkness.

Everything starts with the black fog...

Senna encountered black fog for the first time when she was very young.

When the wreckage of the ship caused by the Soul-Erosion Night in the distance floated to the beach of her hometown, the black fog in the wreckage awakened under the contact of life.

She and her village survived the subsequent soul storm, all by a sentry nearby at that time...

However, after the attack, Black Mist always followed Senna for some reason.

She was cursed, and the mark left by the black mist made the horror chase her endlessly, and the darkness approached her like a dead moth pounced on the fire of life.

She never knows when the next attack will be - the most terrifying thing is when she is waiting for the attack, she is always worried about the shadows in every corner.

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

But he knew that if she wanted to survive, she had to learn to resist.

So Senna joined the Light Sentinel organization where Urias is located.

The source of this sacred sect can be traced back to the former Fukugawa Island, which is where the black fog originated.

She mastered the holy stone pistol given to her by Urias, learned how to pass her soul into the holy light, and proved with actual results that she was the strong enemy of darkness.

Although walking with Urias made Senna feel at ease.

It depends on his rough guidance to teach her to keep a gun range from someone. If she gets others too close, they will be hurt when the black fog comes.

Senna could never stay in one place for too long, and she and Urias discovered that anyone who had taken them in was inevitably besieged.

In the end, even Urias was brutally killed, which made Senna feel that she might never be able to get anyone close to her.

With a heavy burden, Sena set out to find Urias's family in Demacia to convey his obituary. There, she met his son, Lucian.

He begged Senna to take him to perform Urias's wake.

From the first moment she met, she found that she was very cramped. She didn't know whether her heart wall could block such a stubborn, but full of humor and love.

As time goes by, the situation becomes clearer and clearer. Lucian is destined to be a member of the Sentinel and is destined to be Senna's partner.

The longer they work together, the deeper the bond between the two will be. Senna realizes that the value of the heart wall does not lie in who is blocking, but in whom she welcomes her into her arms.

As Lucian's love for Senna grew day by day, his desire to lift her curse became stronger and stronger.

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

Senna began to worry that the love that Lucian had in her eyes might be left with sadness.

While searching for solutions, Senna and Lucian encountered a sadistic vengeful Threstone.
To be continued...