A wave of red energy burst through a horde of monsters like they were nothing. As black organs and blood spilled across the forest, a man bent down.
Lorn picked up the head of a corrupted goblin.
"I thought we had a truce, monster."
"Orders… from… the… higher-ups." The decapitated head sputtered out, before burning away to ashes.
His eyes narrowed. The warm and benevolent King was replaced by a cold, calculating one. The safety of his Kingdom came first. Everything else was just a distraction.
Wind emerged from the soles of his feet as he burst forward. The sheer velocity cut through any beast or obstacle that dare opposed the King as he searched for his target.
The forest rumbled as trees were uprooted and rocks were crushed into powder. A drop of black blood dripped down his hands as he tore apart an orc. Engraving the body of the beast with runes, he tossed it into a nearby bush.
An explosion was drowned out by screams as a group of hidden wolves scurried away, trying to put out their burning bodies. They were systematically dispatched by a ray of red energy through their skulls, putting the corrupted canines out of their misery.
Lorn's eyes narrowed. Someone was coming.
"Well done, human! I didn't think there was anyone worth fighting on this faulty planet. My master will be very pleased when I present your skull to him."
The woman giggled. An oversized purple robe wrapped around her thin body as she twirled around. Black energy swirled around her spinning figure, coating their surroundings.
"Let's play, hero."
A wave of flames rushed towards her, courtesy of Lorn.
A black hand surfaced from a tree, blocking the blow. As the witch watched in surprise, the freshly created monster was instantly charred before it even had a chance to fully materialize.
"You. What is that flame?" She questioned, taking out a pen and paper.
"Holy flames. Now die, monster."
Without any further notice, the area around them was suddenly engulfed in a brilliant red energy. The witch barely had a chance to protect her body with a black barrier as everything around them was turned to dust.
The King waved his hands, casting away the smoke. Fresh blood dripped from his nose as his body started to wobble.
'I might've overdone it.'
"Lorn! What happened here?"
He turned around to see a lizardman frantically approaching him. It was Ralph.
The mage pointed a finger at his friend. His eyes flashed a dangerous red.
"Boom."
A perfectly circular hole appeared in the middle of the lizardman's forehead. A moment later, the scaled soldier undid their transformation. The witch collapsed onto the ground. She quickly raised her arms, trying to cast a spell.
Another wave of flames put an end to her struggle as her chest was blown apart.
"How… did you know?"
Lorn didn't bother replying to the woman. After all, something far more dangerous had arrived.
[Constellation: Witch of Twilight has descended.]
An enormous amount of energy manifested in front of the man. The world around them shook as a thousand purple eyes peered down at the King.
His organs burst apart as he almost collapsed on the spot. However, he didn't. Faced with a Constellation, Lorn held his ground, unmoving.
"Oh? I was going to destroy your entire planet for killing one of my prized apostles. But…"
The sky flashed violet.
"It seems that I've found something much more interesting."
"Constellation, are you the one who caused the corruption?"
"Huh? No, that was the Doctor of Doom. A group of Constellations had a bet. Your planet lost, that was all." She simply replied, as if it didn't concern her.
Lorn ground his teeth in anger, "That.. was all? Do you know what you've done?"
"Mortal, don't you dare interrogate me." Her eyes narrowed as cracks formed on her body.
Suddenly, the witch clapped her hands. Smiling, she said, "I know just the punishment for you, wizard."
A burst of light filled his vision. As his eyes adjusted to the sudden flash, he had a premonition that something had gone wrong.
Lorn quickly turned around, looking at his city.
Only, there was no city left.
A storm of purple energy ravaged his beloved citizens. Thousands of years of history and people were wiped away, just like that.
As the man watched helplessly, a purple blade pierced his heart. He closed his eyes, waiting to die.
'Wait for me, I'll be joining you guys soon.'
The witch giggled, "Do you think I'd let you die this easily?"
Purple veins extended from the area he was pierced, quickly taking over his entire body. His body began to transform as he managed to croak out a question.
"Why..?"
"This planet will be integrated into the Challenges soon. Your job is to bring me the soul of a hero. If you do, I'll set you free." She replied, vanishing as if she had never been there.
Lorn felt an insurmountable energy course through him as he screamed in agony. His whole body was changing at an astonishing rate. His skin turned a pale purple as his eyes were devoured by the corruption, being replaced by pits of darkness.
As he tumbled down the hill, he heard a voice in his ear.
[You have descended.]
[You have become a Constellation.]
[You have received a Curse: Rain.]
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A piece of rubble tumbled out of a ruined building. Shortly after, the entire structure collapsed. The Constellation bent down, picking up a black object.
Suddenly, the sky groaned. Drop by drop, rain poured out of the dark sky. Lorn stood there in silence, staring up into the clouds. Soon enough, it started pouring.
Unnatural amounts of rain stormed down onto the ruined city, flooding and washing away the debris.
Even as his clothes were soaked and his body was covered, the emperor stood there.
He forced his powerful body to give in to his emotions, hurtling himself onto the broken ground. The elegant and royal king was no more. All that was left, was a broken old man who had lost everything.
The sorrow was suddenly replaced with anger. He blamed himself for being too weak, unfit to be king.
"Why me? Why do I get to survive?"
Lorn slowly raised his wooden staff. The space around him trembled as the rain paused, then started flowing upwards. The droplets fractured like a piece of broken glass, piercing into the clouds.
He covered his shivering body with his white robes, lying down on the filthy soil.
The old man slowly closed his eyes, waiting for the end.
[Your alias is : Emperor of Noxus.]