The Sound of Victory: Part 1( Lol Harem Story)

Ruined Nation: Chapter 174 Arc 1 Finale Ruined Saga

Narrator pov

Meanwhile, in the Shadow Isles.

The disformed land around the isles was covered in the dark shadow that was present still, even after many months of time as passed. The wraiths' creatures moved across the shadows as nothing lived. It all lived in a perpetual stillness, like a relic stuck in time.

Near the middle of the isles itself was a fortress, not Thresh's, but something even more grand, only highlighted by the lack of mist that was not covering it up anymore. The tornado of Mist disappeared allowing everything to see the glooming castle from all that way.

Near the entrance of the amazing fortress, right after the huge field of decay in front of it, looking more like a battlefield than a field of flowers. There was a platform with the symbol of the Blessed Isles, how long that symbol must have been there.

A black form of Mist appeared on the platform as Viego stepped out into the Shadow Isles region... His kingdom. A thought he didn't think about with pleasantries. Even thoughts of ruling... It wasn't the first thing that ever came to his mind.

In fact, it was never a thing he thought about... Before her death. He never wanted to rule, he knew that well, but others... The thoughts of ruling came into his mind, images flashing of Isolde, dead in his arms, as he let the thought of ruling over Runeterra flowed back into his mind.

These thoughts were not natura... He never let them in... Almost something else was planting these wicked thoughts into his mind... But who?... He thought about it no more, as he clutched the mirror in his hand, staring at it with satisfaction.

He held it close as his armored fingers ran across the precious glass of the mirror. He looked at it like a pirate and his treasure, as he held with a gentle, almost loving touch.

Viego: You were there all along, it seems. Which means... The other pieces are out there, somewhere not in my sight... Hiding. I will find them all, even if it seems that the world itself stands in my way. For the mist... My mist spreads to all corners of Runeterra, searching for what I lost.. For what is mine.

Viego heard something, a distinct noise, so much so that even he could feel his anger building as he heard it shift closer. The dragging of chain, the shift of bone, and the roar of the fire around the lich.

Thresh walked towards the King, from the fortress as he held both the chain and his lantern, both looking sharper, and deadlier than ever before. Thresh's vicious mockery emanated through the field as Viego could only look at him with scorn.

He knew Thresh would never leave the Isles, how could he? He remembered Thresh as he bowed his head all those days ago to him. Viego took heed of that notion all that time ago as he still carried this spite in his cold, unbeating heart.

Thresh: Your victory is imminent, my King. Though my service to you has been... Less than ideal. It would be my honor to aid you in finding those fetters-

Viego: I have no need of your help, Thresh. After My release from that blasted relic, I have no need for you, nor those other generals I have been using. My new advisor has all the power I need to find what I seek.

As quickly as he spoke, she appeared. A tiny yordle with a black hood and shadow following her as her own shadow. She stared back at Viego as she was standing in front of him.

Viego: Ah, Vex . I was just speaking of you. How do you fare in your mission?

Vex: I did it. I spread the mist all over the place, just as you wanted.

Viego: Well done, my sad pallid cohort.

Vex: Ah, you don't need to compliment me~ Spreading misery is what brings me joy. I mean...Brings me misery. I mean- joyous misery? You get it already.