Pantheon drops to his knees as the mist encroaches onto Targon.
"D-damn." He puts one hand on his chest, the other on his head as the mist swirls around it to form a crown.
"N-no, not now!" He attempts to pull the crown off, but to no avail. Pain races through his body as the crown takes a permanent place on his brow.
Breathing heavily, Pantheon stands, his eyes an eerie green. He puts on his helmet, picks up his spear and shield and walks with the mist to ravage Runeterra.
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The Ones who were Ruined
FanfictionThis is a bunch of very short stories about different League of Legends champions either being corrupted by the Black Mist or choosing to fight the mist as a Sentinel of Light.
