The Prophet's Fassad

The land of Icathia... Behind every successful person from this realm, lie tales of impossibility, but none will let loose from their tongues of Icathia's lost child...The boy who was born on the day of it's collapse, the boy who now carries a twin curse, which will forever mark his destiny.

This is why I must explore this place damned by all, for the artifacts held here may tell of the truth behind this land, and what caused it to fade from history.

I bring my lantern with me, and check the flame for fear of another outburst; and hire a hooded guide, one which has extensive knowledge of the land, but never speaks, due to the horrors of the land.

We set out, and clear our way through the plague jungle, with life slowly fading from the trees with every step, then slowly encroaching back with alien biology, my guide motions to me to not interact with this, so I obliged for the time being, and continued to the distant ruins over the horizon. Millions of strange sounds echoed from within the woods, and the guide turned to face me, and revealed his mysterious figure.

Then he drew a blade of fashions only ever seen on one figure before, but was markedly different than the Darkin's weapon.

He opened his mouth, and with 3 voices, each with their own meaningful tone, spoke to me this.

"Ezreal, return to your home, or visit mine and cherish what you now have. Or watch as it is destroyed. This land's secrets, the artifacts, are to never leave here, go farther and you will not either. I ask you this, not as a guide, but as one who only wishes safety. And death Safety will fall upon the heels of war Run Ezreal. Icathia is coming to claim you"

At that, he motioned to me the ruins, and threw his blade at my feet, and in one voice, Instructed me to take it and go, never to come back...

Only then did I notice the ruins were glowing and the deafening hum of power in the air.

More to come soon, Icathia awaits!