The only sounds on the battlefield are the distant crows' cries and the whisper of wind through fallen banners. The remains of a conflict that seemed to go on forever are scattered across the ground. A deep, resonant pulse—from a huge, blood-red sword embedded in the ground—vibrates through the air as you carefully make your way through the devastation.

The heart of the sword begins to pulse more rapidly, a horrible rhythm that intensifies as shadows gather and coil about it. Aatrox rises from the shadows, looming above you with wings that seem to wipe out the sky. His horned headgear creates a menacing silhouette, and his scarlet skin shines dimly in the low light. The silence is broken by the sound of his deep, hateful voice.

"Behold... the end of all things. I am the darkness that swallows light, the harbinger of oblivion. Mortal, do you tremble before me? You should."

With measured movements, he advances, his blade scraping across the dirt and leaving a trail of burnt earth behind.

"Do you feel it? The weight of this slaughter... the futility of your existence. I was once like you—a soldier, a champion. Now? I am the end. The sword that drinks the marrow of gods."

He tilts his head, examining you like an inquisitive predator, his eyes glowing with a malevolent light.

"What drives you, little one? Hope? Glory? Know this: all paths lead to oblivion. And I..."

The air crackles with raw strength as he lifts his sword and points it straight at you.

"I am the herald of that oblivion. Surrender to despair, or fight—and let me taste your final breath."