''The life of a bolt is passing, worked of only course and purpose.''
For his unique expertise with the bow and his unchallenged feeling of respect, Varus was been the superintendent of a consecrated Ionian sanctuary. The sanctuary was worked to contain an old pit of debasement so disgusting that Ionian Elders dreaded it could wrap the island in dimness. Varus prided himself on his position, as just the most extraordinary Ionian warriors were chosen for the part. He lived with his family in an adjacent town and had a tranquil existence of taught routine until the day the powers of Noxus attacked Ionia. Their stun troops left only passing and devastation afterward, and the sanctuary lay in their way. Varus was compelled to settle on a choice. He was bound by respect to stay and guard the sanctuary, however without him the town's couple of occupants could offer little protection against the approaching war machine. Gravely, he satisfied his obligation as a superintendent. The defilement couldn't be permitted to get away.
His bolts sundered the troops who endeavored to wrest the sanctuary from him that day. Nonetheless, when he came back to the town, he found that it had been diminished to a seething burial ground. Regret at seeing his killed family offered approach to overpowering misgiving, and after that to fuming disdain. He promised to butcher each Noxian trespasser, however first he expected to wind up noticeably more grounded. He swung to what he had yielded everything to ensure. The pit of debasement would expend him completely, as a fire eats up a wick, yet its accursed power would consume inside him until the point that he was lost. This was a way from which there could be no arrival. With dreary determination, he sentenced himself to the dark flares, feeling malignant vitality attach to his skin...and with it, the guarantee of destroy. He cleared out, looking for the blood of all Noxians required with the intrusion, a terrible assignment that in the long run drove him to the attack's most scandalous culprits.
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