The Mage Behind the Scenes From the Twin Cities

A land of black mist, where mournful dirges stroked twisted woods, barren ruins, and no doubt sought a midnight listener.

"Pain, ecstasy, peace. Each passing has its own unique beauty."

On the Shadow Island, Karthus stood alone on a high ground. He held a book in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. He was shaped like a soul, and the worn-out scholar's clothes were attached to him, like a crazy scholar, who was still carrying out his own life after death. Research.

A very ghostly tune came out of his mouth, and the mist at his feet swelled and crawled, as if devout believers were bowing to their great Lord.

The soul fluttered in the book he opened with his left hand, and the faces of the illusory people showed pain, and from time to time they wailed in pain.

At the time of peace, the elegy suddenly stopped its singing, Karthus turned his head and looked over the ruins to the east, with a hint of interest on his face:

"Shh, death told me there was a visitor!"

His low words seemed to give an order, and the soul on the magic book immediately quieted down, and all fell into the book.

hum! !

Suddenly, a powerful soul aura burst out from Karthus' body, pressing towards the east without hesitation.

At the same time, a powerful aura that was almost indistinguishable also erupted from the east, showing a stalemate with the power of the soul he exuded.

"Death...loneliness...wish...oh, what a wonderful emotion."

Karthus looked in that direction, a look of surprise on his narrow face.

Soon, in his perception, the coming person quickly shortened the distance between the two sides, and in a moment, the appearance of "he" was revealed.

The translucent ghost cloak concealed Seraphine's perfect figure. She took off the hood, and then held the book in both hands. The corners of her lips curved like a smile. When her eyes wandered around Karthus, she seemed to be watching. A work of art of abstract painting.

She didn't come alone, and there was a lady wrapped in spider silk half a position behind her.

The reason why it can be seen that it is a lady is also because the spider silk only wraps a few important parts.

This is not something to be concerned about, at least for Karthus, at least his eyes did not stay on Elise for even a second. From beginning to end, his eyes fell on the translucent green cloak. on Seraphine.

After a brief silence, Karthus withdrew his exploratory gaze, with an undisguised disappointment on his slender face:

"It's a pity you haven't realized the true beauty of death."

"Why do you say that, Mr. Karthus."

Seraphine maintained her usual elegant and gentle style and asked aloud.

Karthus, the first time she saw her teacher, the requiem that the teacher gave her came from the person in front of her.

Born at the bottom of the Noxian slum hundreds of years ago, because he has experienced too many life and death, and experienced too many life hardships, Karthus gradually developed a different kind of emotion towards death and soul.

In order to verify his conjecture and satisfy his desire to "appreciate" death, he first joined the Death Order, and his job was to collect the bodies of dead Noxians. It was also around that time that he created the first Requiem, the first soothing version.

That version of the Requiem has been circulated in the streets of Noxus, and even in the current immortal fortress, many people will sing the Requiem when they attend funerals.

But gradually, perhaps because of his exposure to too many deaths, Karthus was not satisfied with accepting the body of the deceased, but wanted to explore the psychology and thoughts of people at the moment of death.

After that, he arranged Requiem.

The new Requiem not only allows the listener to die in a fantasy state, but also allows him to perfectly experience the feeling of being dead in the process.

But this novel experience can only satisfy Karthus for a short time.

In the end, Karthus finally discovered that he could not learn more from mortals and that only the dead could answer his questions.

Although the dead soul can't tell him what the world will be like after death, there are some fantastic stories and legends used to scare children about a place where death does not mean the end - the Shadow Island.

The records about Karthus are only recorded where he went to the Shadow Isle.

Historians mostly speculated that he died on the Shadow Isle, but Seraphine knew very well that he was still alive and well.

The first time she sang the adapted Requiem, she knew it very well.

Karthus could read the meaning in Seraphine's eyes, he let out a series of gloomy laughter, and the books in his left hand began to flip gently:

"When you played that piece for the first time, I discovered that there is another person in the world who is similar to me, with the same unparalleled talent."

"I thought it would be a while before I saw you, but not long ago I felt your gaze on the Shadow Isles. To be honest, you're a disappointment like that."

"The meaningless body, completely understanding the value of death, the body exudes a strong mortal odor. We are the singers of the soul, the recorders of the past, and we are extraordinary travelers in the world."

Speaking, Karthus showed an intoxicated look, as if he was doing something very sacred.

He observed Seraphine with sizing eyes, with a sigh in his tone:

"This time, you are much better than the last time, and your whole body exudes the beauty of your soul. I thought you understood, but it's a pity that you still haven't abandoned your mortal skin."

"But also, it takes a long time for mortals to change their minds. You are far better than me, and I can only see the appearance of death at your age."

Karsala reached out to Seraphine and said in a frenzied tone:

"Come on, child! Let me be your guide, your teacher, and I will put you on the right path. Enjoy the song of death, child of death's favor!"

He looked at Seraphine indifferently, the more he talked, the more excited he became, his eyes seemed to be looking at a rare treasure.

Seraphine was unmoved by his gaze.

After all, she is different from the other party...

She raised her head, chuckled and refused:

"Sorry sir, I have my own teacher~www.readwn.com~ no no no, ordinary people will only dust your talents, and their lives will eventually be consumed by death. Only me, only I can lead you to The real way of death." Karthus heard the other party's refusal, and his tone seemed a little hurried.

While Karthus was speaking, Elise looked at each other curiously.

She had been in Noxus for hundreds of years, although the time was later than Karthus's time, but she had heard each other's name.

When she saw it today, she could understand why the other party was once famous in Noxus.

The whole body exudes a demigod-level power, and the concentration and enthusiasm for death have reached the extreme.

But she didn't quite understand one thing. Karthus and Seraphine, whose life trajectories should be completely disjoint, are now bizarrely entangled, and even Karthus has an apprentice. idea.

Seraphine's talent did not surprise her, she had never seen such a young demigod, and she could be accepted as a student by Ryan, which already explained something.

It is such a person whose future is bright and not dark at all, what reason do you have to find a lunatic hiding in the shadows...

Seraphine stepped on the stage with a shallow smile on the corner of her mouth, fluttering two steps forward.

She looked at Karthus with a little seriousness, and said softly:

"No, Mr. Karthus, you misunderstood me."

"Oh?"

Karthus didn't know what he had misunderstood, but his emotions were completely immersed in the desire and joy of accepting disciples.

In the face of this almost fanatical gaze, Seraphine's face did not fluctuate in the slightest, and her tone was flat:

"My meaning is very simple. You, Mr. Karthus, are not qualified to be my teacher. And your way of death is even more clumsy in my eyes."