Varus sighed as he leaned against the wall. Fighting for the League was way for him to control his dark side but it wasn't always satisfying. Today he had been in the hands of some careless summoners and it resulted in him finding himself underneath Darius' axe over and over again. Thankfully injuries sustained on the battlefields were healed once they left but it was still tiring work.
His attention was turned to a dark cloud forming in the sky. The archer looked at it silently. It was as if the world was giving him signs of an ill omen, as if his curse would never be reversed. Suddenly a bolt of purple lightning flew out of the sky and shot straight for him. Varus' eyes shot open but he couldn't react in time and the bolt struck him dead on.
Strangely, it didn't. The sensation was more of a calming effect. Something inside him was changing, he could feel it. The sensation brought him to his knees and Varus remained on the ground as the light seemingly rearranging him in some way.
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