A flash of light shone dimly on the shores of the Trysl Lake. The fishermen were intrigued but at the same time worried. Lights often mean two things in the wild, treasure or monster. The light slowly rose to the surface. From the watery depth, Crule swam upwards. “Stupid treasure, putting me at the bottom of the lake,” Crule grumbled. …

Crule crawled out of the corpse of the Antlion feeling satisfied. It was the first time he had something to drink in what seemed like an eternity. His entire body was now covered in markings, each of them tells a tale of death. “Who knew Antlion blood could taste so refreshing,” He said after wiping his mouth. To finally be …

  *Crunch* Once again Crule woke up on the slab. He wishes he had lost count of how many times he have died…but the marks on the hands keeps reminding him. “15…Where did I mess up this time?” As he tried to recall what went wrong, his memory slowly came back like a video. What ever happened after his 3rd …

A blistering heat shocked Crule awake. He soon realized how unbearable the temperatures were around him. Mouth parched and lips bleeding, Crule looked around at his surroundings. It was a desert. A single sun loomed overhead. This shouldn’t be on Noxia. The place where Crule awoken from was a stone slab. It was surrounded by large rock steles. Strange symbols …

“Of course there was another reason why we had to kill you…but I think I’ll leave that for later.” The horseman smirked at Crule. “Tell me please, I need to know…I beg you…please.” Crule reluctantly begged the man. Normally he wouldn’t stoop so low but given the emotional shock he received, he doesn’t really have any control in keeping his …

A man looked down at the corpse. He sighed deeply and looked at Famina. [Man]: You realize how much you owe me now for doing this? [Famina]: Then count us even. [Man]: …Fine. I don’t owe you anything now. The whole deal with Charles is in the past now. Shin’s father passed it on just in time, the lineage is …

Nothing happened. Crule waited and waited…and waited. Nothing. After an hour he began to suspect something was wrong. [Crule]: Is this a joke? His anger slowly grew. A voice suddenly spoke from behind him. [Voice]: Not quite. It was a voice Crule recognized. One he could never forget. A voice that he had heard all throughout his childhood. He turned …

As Crule began to climb the stairs, step by step he felt his knees buckle. It seems as if the gravity increases as he takes each step. [Crule]: This pressure…Where have I felt this before… An hour later, he could no longer rely on only his brute physical capabilities to climb on. He started to channel minute amounts of energy …

[Crule]: Now then…what to do. It seems I am not welcomed here in this slum city…nor do I quite fit in above… Crule leaned his back on the cold concrete wall. He felt its chilled coolness then came the feeling of sliminess. Years of ignorance made the wall a perfect gathering places for grim, moisture, and mold. Crule quickly revealed …

Crule wanted to ask the Sage why he was here but he quickly stopped himself. He nearly thought the Sage in front of him was the Sage he knew well, but perhaps that was not the case. Thinking of the theory he had, he shouldn’t appear too familiar with the Sage. Anyways, the Sage looked different from his usual appearance. …