Welcome, to the Abyss.

Fear, Panic, Terror. Your senses become more alert, every sound is amplified one thousand times. You become weaponized as adrenaline courses your veins at the cadence of your heart beating at a rate it can not sustain. You may have experienced it in a dream, a night terror. No, a nightmare. Hunt, Feast, Kill. Voices seem to come from nowhere, but everywhere at the same time. Run, faster! You can't escape, but you've got to do something. You can not fight what you can not see, so you have got to flee. Run, Flee, Hide. Was there ever a time in your life where you experienced true terror? Then you may have an inkling of what it is like in the Abyss, A land where demons roam the land. Nocturne's motherland, where even he is powerless.

Bleak grey mountains soar over the plain gravel floor, seeming to scrape the dark purple sky... Forest with deadly still lifeless trees hug the base of the mountains, providing refuge to those too weak to step into the open fields. Nothing seems to move, or breathe. No life. No sound. Nothing besides the scenery. Or so you think. Here, even the monsters want to play. The shadows stretch out longer than they ever would anywhere else, especially with the lack of the sun. Nooks and crannies harboring a darkness so black, it becomes nearly tangible.

Ties to the preexisting lore: Nocturne - "League scholars don't know whether he truly came from the plane of dreams." Fiddlesticks - fiddles lore merely says that a summoner enslaved to his own magic preformed a ritual to summon him "extra-planar summoning". Who's to say it wasn't the Abyss? Zed - what was in the box?