"I decided on you a long time ago." Thresh's voice was sharp and harsh, like a voice that had not been said in years.

"Now I'm here to collect my soul..."

"I'm going to die." The man said, his voice so low that he could hardly hear it. "If you are here to kill me, you'd better hold on." He mustered up the courage to look directly at Thresh.

Thresh grinned. "I don't want your death."

He opened the glass door of the lantern slightly, and a strange sound came from it - a discord composed of screams.

The man didn't react at first.

There were too many screams at the same time, and they mixed together as harsh as the sound of crushing glass residue. But then he opened his eyes in horror, as he heard the sound of his own recognition coming from Threstone's lantern.

He heard his mother, brother, friend, and finally he heard the most terrifying voice: his children seemed to be wailing when they were burned alive.

"What did you do?" he screamed.

He picked up something from his hand randomly—a broken stool—and threw it at Thresh with all his strength. The stool did not hit anything, and passed through the ghost's body, Thresh began to laugh grimly.

The man ran to Thresh, his eyes full of anger. The ghost threw out the chains and the iron hook flew out like a poisonous snake.

The barbed iron hook pierced into the mortal's chest, shattered the ribs, and penetrated the heart.

The man fell to the ground, and the painful expression on his face made Thresh feel extremely delicious.

"I left them to protect them." The man cried, blood pouring out of his mouth.

Thresh twisted the chain hard. At first, the man didn't move.

Then he began to be torn apart. Just like a piece of coarse cloth was slid by rows of threads, he suffered severe pain and was pulled away from his body little by little. His body was twitching violently, and plasma splattered all over the wall.

"Now, let's start." Thresh said.

He dragged his hooked soul, which flashed bright light at the other end of the chain, and was then imprisoned in a lantern.

The man's body collapsed to the ground and Threstone left.

Thresh left the shack with the curling and tumbling black mist, holding his lantern high along the way.

It was not until the Thresh disappeared without a trace and the mist disappeared, that the insects resumed their singing at night, and the stars filled the night sky again.

If you remember correctly, Thresh's motto is - 'The mind is my toy'.

Being a dead soul now is also a torture.

“Thresh?

In my opinion, the biggest conspirator in the entire Shadow Island and even the entire Runeland continent is also the Death Singer.”

Karthas is the messenger of annihilation, the immortal undead. He has never seen his terrifying figure, and he first heard his ghostly elegy.

The living people are afraid of the undead who will never be reborn, but Karthas only sees beauty and purity in the existence of the undead. What he sees is the perfect fusion of life and death.

When Karthas gained a new life from Shadow Island, he was determined to serve as the apostle of the undead spirit and bring the joy of death to all mortals.

Kalsas was born under the walls of the Noxus capital city, at the bottom of the slum.

His mother died at the same time as he was born, leaving only his father to raise him and his three sisters alone.

They lived with several other families in a broken, flies-flying well-being house, filling their stomachs with rain and pests.

Kalsas is the best at foraging among all children, often adding some incomplete corpses to their cauldrons.

In the slums of Noxus, death is commonplace. When parents wake up and find that their children are already stiff and cold, the new day begins with their sobs.

Karthas slowly learned to appreciate these sobs and mourns, and he would also look in fascinatedly at the death recorder of the Qiandou Order who carved count marks on his cane and then carried the body out of the shelter.

At night, the teenager Karthas would secretly look around in the crowded aid house, looking for those dying, hoping to see the moment their souls cross life and death.

However, many years have passed, and his night trip has never been fruitful because no one can accurately predict the time of a person's death.

He never had the chance to see the moment when a person died, until one day he began to visit his family.

In such a crowded and dense residential area, disease outbreaks are common, and Karthas's sisters were also infected with the plague, so he began to take good care of them.

His father only knew how to drink to relieve his sorrows. At this time, Karthas became a conscientious younger brother, and he was caring and taking care of his sisters when they were seriously ill and were in danger of their lives.

He watched the three sisters die one after another, and in their dim eyes, Karthas seemed to feel some kind of sacred summons.

He wanted to understand the afterlife world and longed to explore the mystery of eternal existence.

When the death recorder came to take the body away, Karthas followed them back to the temple and kept asking them questions about the Qiandou Order and about the funeral work.

Can a person exist in the cracks of life ending but not ushering in death? If the border between life and death can be understood and controlled, then can the wisdom of life be integrated with the clarity of death?

The death recorder soon felt that Kalsas was very suitable for joining their order and to recruit him into his own ranks. Initially, Kalsas was responsible for digging graves and collecting firewood, and later promoted to the corpse collector.

Karthas would push his bone cart every day to store the bodies on the streets of Noxus.

Soon, all of Noxus heard of his requiem, his eulogy was so sad and beautiful, depicting the beauty of death, and praying that the world after death was a desirable holy place.

Many relatives of the deceased, who are distraught, will find comfort in his sorrow and peace in the elegy.

Finally, Karthas was sent to the temple to take care of the patients, give them hospice care, and welcome the deceased as scheduled.

Karthas would whisper to everyone before they die, guiding the souls of the dead toward death, and seeking deeper wisdom after their eyes closed.

Finally, Karthas finally discovered that he could not learn more from mortals, and only dead people could answer his questions.

Although the dead soul cannot tell him what the world looks like after death, there are some fantasy stories and legends used to scare children, telling a place where death does not mean the end - Shadow Island.

Kalsas swept all the money in the temple vault and collected the travel expenses to Bilgewater. The city was lingering in a strange black fog that was said to pull people's souls to the cursed island far away from the sea.

No captain was willing to take Kalsas to Shadow Island, but in the end he found a drunk fisherman who was so drunk that he was so busy that he was so busy that he was so busy.

Fishing boats sailed in the sea for many days and nights, and the last storm blew them onto an island that had never been marked on the chart and stuck on the reefs on the shore.

A cloud of black mist rolled out from the twisted woods and the barren ruins.

The fisherman immediately pulled the boat out of the reef, turned the bow and fled in a hurry in the direction of Bilgewater, but Karthas jumped off the boat and wade onto the beach.

He held his death recorder's stick, tightly holding on, and then proudly sang the elegy he wrote for his death, his singing drifted into the center of the island along a cold wind.

The black mist continued to drift through Kalsas, ravaging his body and soul with an ancient spell, but his desire to transcend death was so strong that even the black mist did not completely knock him down.

Instead, the black mist reshaped him, and Karthas was reborn on the island's tidal flats and became a bodyless ghost.

Karthas realized his always wish and became the form of existence he had always dreamed of, standing at the junction of life and death, and at this time he gained new revelation.

A moment became eternal, and this beauty surprised him and at the same time, all the other evil spirits on the island woke up, just like a shark smelling blood, attracted by Karthas' enthusiasm and witnessed his transformation.

Karthas finally found his own home, and all the souls around him could understand the true meaning of the blessing of immortality.

A stream of unshirkable fanaticism filled Karthas, who knew that he had to return to Valoran and share his gift with other living people, freeing them from those trivial worldly worries.

Karthas turned around, and the black mist carried him on the waves and caught up with the fisherman's boat.

The fisherman knelt before Kalsas and begged him to spare his life, but Kalsas gave him the blessing of death, ending his worldly suffering, and reborn as an immortal ghost in the elegy of the dead.

The fisherman was the first of many souls liberated by Kalsas, and soon the Death Singer will command an army of immortal resentful souls.

In Kalsas's new awakening sense, Shadow Island is in a state of ruthless border of the River Styx, wantonly wasting the blessing of death.

He wants to urge the dead to engage in a holy war, give the annihilated beauty to the living mortals, end the pain in the secular world, and open up a glorious era of non-dead spirits.

Karthas became the messenger of Shadow Island and the spokesperson of Annihilation, and his eulogy praised the glory of death.

His Legion of Dead will also join his Requiem chorus, and their lingering songs will radiate the range of black mist, echoing in the cemeteries and morgues of the continent of Valoran on cold nights.

The surface of the sea is as calm and dark as a mirror.

The moon used by the pirates to locate is low at the junction of the sea and sky, for six consecutive nights, every night.

The air was as solidified as if it was not heard of any whispers of the breeze. Only the witch could hear the hateful requiem that came from.

Vionaxi is a sophisticated sailor, she is very familiar with the waters around Noxus, and she knows very well that such calm waters only indicate disaster.

She stood on the front deck of the secret chant, and used a telescope to scan the ocean surface in the distance, looking for any clues that might be used to identify the direction.

"There is only sea water around," she murmured to herself to the night.

"There is no land, nor is there any stars I know.

Our sailboats were less than a slight wind. The crew took several days to row, but no matter what direction they headed, they could never see the land or the moon phases changed."

She rubbed her cheeks with her palms for a while. She was hungry and thirsty, and the endless darkness made people unable to accurately estimate how long it had passed. The secret chant was not even her ship.

She has always been the first mate, but Captain McTork's head was unfortunately split in half by the Pirates Frelljord, so she had to be ordered to take on the captain's duties in the face of danger.

The bodies of the old captain and fifteen other Noxus warriors were loaded in a sewn hammock and placed on the main deck.

The growing stinking corpse stinking is their only reliable way to estimate time.

Her eyes looked at the ocean in the distance, and suddenly she opened her eyes in horror, and she saw the black mist rising from the water.

There were vaguely visible shadows floating in the mist, and sharp claws and huge mouths flashed by. The abominable requiem sounded from the sea again, and now the sound was even louder, and there was also a death knives that shocked the heart and soul.

"It's black fog," she said. "Everyone gathered on the deck!"

She turned and jumped down to the main deck and ran to the rudder wheel on the back deck.

Although she could not let the ship move, if she did not stand next to the rudder at this time, it would be almost enough to be punished by God. The crew staggered from the cabin to the deck, and the lingering elegy lingered in her ears was singing the lost soul. Although Vionacs was so scared that her back was cold, the verse in the elegy still moved her.

Tears burst out from her eyes and flowed down her cheeks, not because of fear, but because of endless sorrow.

"Let me end your sorrow."

The sound in her mind was cold and silent, it was the sound of a dead person. This sound would make people see a picture. On the wheels wrapped around the iron sheet were carts filled with corpses, and the knife carved another death mark on the cane.

Vionax knew the legend of the black fog, and she knew she shouldn't be close to the island covered by darkness in the east. She thought her ship was far from Shadow Island, but she was wrong.

The black mist rolled over the railings, and the howling and screaming of the dead were followed.

The vengeful spirits flew over their heads like the harmony of the chorus of death. When the crew of the secret chant was seen, they all screamed in horror.

Vionax took out his pistol and loaded it with the bolt. At this time, a figure emerged from the fog;

He was burly, with broad shoulders, and wearing a ragged coat, like a clergyman from ancient times, but his shoulders and dry skull were all armed like a warrior. He tied a book with iron chains around his waist, holding a long cane in his hand, and the holdings were densely engraved with counting symbols. The top of the cane was shining with the light of the underworld, and ghost fire burned in his other hand, like falling stars.

"Why are you crying?" asked the figure. "I am Kalsas, I brought you a gift."
Chapter completed!