They've endured for a millennium, passing the flickering torch of their resolve down through countless generations of new recruits.Ī torch you now carry as the Black Mist threatens to consume all of Runeterra. Twisted by rage and confusion, she stabbed the king with his own sword, unleashing a terrible curse of undeath that swept across the sea in a wall of Black Mist.īut in the darkness a light emerged: the Sentinels, an ancient order sworn to defend against the Mist. What rose was a haunting shadow of his love. The king stormed their peaceful shores with his armies, slaying all who opposed them before laying his queen's lifeless body in the blessed waters.
His mad gaze soon turned to the Blessed Isles, a sacred land said to have magical water capable of healing any ailment… even death. A thousand years ago, a king lost his queen.īut he did not mourn her death-he refused it, emptying the kingdom's treasury in pursuit of her resurrection.
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