The Harrowing was spreading through all Runeterra, of all the lands, the one fighting the most was Jonia. In one of the lands invaded by the noxians, a coliseum stands tall in Navori but, soon enough, it began to be devoured by the mist, all of the warriors ran from it, but its boss was still inside. A young man runs thru the crowd, hair black as the night and a blue robe wrap around his thin body, he was heading to the boss's office.

- Sett, we gotta go, something dark is coming to the arena! - he pants as he enters through the big doors. The big man in front of him was turning, he couldn’t see his face but his broad back was covered in a fur coat, his pink hair and ears drooped.

- I know but...what is the point in running? - he turns around. - What’s the point in..all of these? - he gestures at the place with a movement of his arms opening. - My mother doesn’t like the idea of me running the arena…Aphelios

- That’s not true, it has changed a lot thanks to you! - he smiles as he slowly approaches him.

- No! It’s still horrible! It’s hideous, treacherous and people get hurt, you got hurt…- eyes closed, a tear starts to run throw his cheek.

- That was the first time I challenged you, we didn’t even know each other - with his hand he reaches Sett and soothes his big right arm with an apologetic smile.

- The problem is that I! HURT! YOU! - slapping Aphelios hand away he clutches his coat near his heart as a green crown forms around his head. - All because of me...it's useless… - his gaze was looking at nowhere, lost in his thoughts.

- That's not true! - Aphelios grapes both strong arms in his small hands.- You’ve changed a lot since we know each other, you were willing to change your ways for good… - his hands lowered to grab Setts. - ...for me… - Aphelios hand reaches Sett’s cheek and caress it, watching him with loving eyes.

Aphelios rises his body so their lips are at the same level, giving the weeping man a kiss and a loving smile. Sett breaks from the trance, his eyes back to normal and the crown disappears from his head, he looks back to Aphelios, confusion in his face, but then he smiles. moving his hand to caress his now. The young man grasps the hand and rests his cheek, closing his eyes, both hug each other tightly, as it was the last time, while the black mist engulfs the two lovers.

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