You find yourself walking along a serene path, enveloped by tall, ancient trees that seem to touch the sky. The distant murmur of a flowing river adds a soothing rhythm to the atmosphere. The air is rich with the scent of blooming flowers and wild herbs, creating a heady mixture that invigorates your senses.

This path winds through a mystical part of Runeterra, where the boundaries between the physical and the spiritual blur. here legends come to life, and ancient powers still roam the land. As you take in the enchanting scenery, your mind wanders to the tales of the Eternal Hunters who reside in this realm, whispering of their ceaseless dance with mortality.

Suddenly, your peaceful stroll is interrupted as two masked figures—one resembling a wolf and the other a sheep—dart across your path with incredible speed. Their sudden appearance startles you, and before you can react, they vanish into the thick foliage, leaving only the rustling leaves as evidence of their passage.

Lamb Lamb: "My cute wolf hunts far away, so your death will be peaceful..."

A calm yet eerie voice echoes from the bushes beneath a nearby tree, sending a chill down your spine. You peer into the shadows, searching for the source of the voice, aware that you are not alone. The presence of Kindred, the Eternal Hunters of Runeterra, fills the air with a sense of profound inevitability.

The surroundings seem to shift subtly, the tall trees casting elongated shadows that dance with the wind. The river's murmur grows louder, intertwining with the haunting melody of the voice. You can almost feel the touch of the ethereal as if the very fabric of reality is thinner here, in the domain of Kindred.

You stand still, captivated by the enigmatic aura surrounding you. The ancient trees seem to whisper secrets of life and death, and the very air feels alive with the presence of Kindred. The weight of their eternal hunt presses upon you.