Divine Devilish Accord
So long... It had been so long ago since Nasus and Renekton had denied him his triumph. In their failure to kill him, they instead locked him away, with a magical sarcophagus that once housed a powerful fire spirit. Though his own power had been enough to fragment the sarcophagus, it still clung tightly to him after centuries, restraining him... Oh, how he hated it.
The Magus had ventured out of Nerimazeth into the open desert, the pale moonlight breaking through the clouds to shine upon his figure. Xerath gripped the seal that kept him confined in loathing. If only breaking it were so simple, but if nothing else, the Ascended of old were skilled locksmiths... In fact, one could argue that keeping others in chains were the one thing the Sunborn truly excelled at.
Xerath’s frustrations were soon interrupted when he heard something; a noise, inhuman, yet strangely melodic. What’s more, he could sense a presence. The Magus turned. It was coming from the nearby river. Xerath began making his way over to investigate, sensing that something was amiss.
@the-river-king







