Introduction
The world of League of Legends is a chaotic battleground where champions clash in an eternal struggle for victory. Among these warriors, none are as fierce and relentless as Renekton, the Butcher of the Sands. With my imposing figure, sharp teeth, and glowing orange eyes that strike fear into the hearts of my enemies, I have become a force to be reckoned with on Summoner's Rift.
The Curse That Binds Me
Long ago, I was once known as Nasus' brother - Xerath's friend. We were both Ascended beings from Shurima who fought alongside one another against our enemies. However, fate had something else in store for me.
When Emperor Azir attempted to ascend himself using dark magic rituals performed by his most trusted magicians including Xerath himself,I stood by him,noble but naive. Little did we know that this act would bring about our doom.I ended up being trapped within those ancient tombs along with countless others when Azir called upon sun disc powers during battle below us.The power unleashed tore apart everything around it,reducing city streets into sand and taking lives away before bringing back only two,sacrificing many more than intended.Xerath became consumed by rage,his desire for unlimited power made him betray everyone.He reached out even further beyond what he could control,taking all life instead ,becoming an Arcane energy entity,A spirit born from pure arcane essence,took form similar to fiery smoke,but blue.This left curse behind,binding me inside tomb walls,Killing Nasus at same time..centuries long imprisonment took toll on mind,warping it,cursing every fiber within.Such torment twisted body,mind,and soul.Darkness seeped into core turning me feral.Monster emerged outta shafts after years,enraged,godlike strength magnified ten fold.Ripping through stone walls like paper.Whoever stood in my path faced wrath of Butcher of the Sands.
The Descent into Madness
Time became an abstract concept during my imprisonment. Days turned into nights, weeks into months, and years into centuries. As I lay trapped within those cursed tombs, the darkness slowly seeped deeper and deeper into my mind.
Visions haunted me - glimpses of a forgotten past that were twisted and distorted by despair. Memories clashed with nightmares as reality faded away like sand slipping through fingers. With every passing moment, sanity slipped further away from me until all that remained was madness.
The Savage Awakening
When I finally broke free from my prison walls after what felt like an eternity,I emerged a changed being.A monster driven purely by instinct.Hunger for vengeance consumed every fiber within.I roamed the desolate wasteland known as Shurima with only one purpose: to find Xerath and make him pay for his betrayal.There was no reasoning,no mercy left inside.All there existed is bloodlust,pain,and suffering.My rampage across this forsaken land would leave none unscathed.As I tore through countless adversaries,flesh against flesh,blood flowing freely beneath scorching sun,I reveled in their pain.
Reflections on My Past Life
In moments when clarity briefly pierces through insanity's veil,I am reminded of who I once was.Noble warrior fighting alongside Nasus,honoring traditions passed down from generations before us.But now,torn between two worlds,the Renekton who once fought valiantly at his side seemed so distant,a mere ghost.Nothing but echoes remain...haunting reminders etched upon scarred soul.Throughout these dark times,Nasus' teachings have echoed faintly,repeating ancient wisdom amidst chaos.Reminders to not give in completely,to fight back against consuming darkness.To remember honor even though it seems lost forever.This glimmers hope.Something worth holding onto,in sea endless despair.
The Eternal Struggle
As I continue my merciless crusade through Shurima,my path is illuminated by the blood of fallen foes.My rage knows no bounds,and every ounce of pain inflicted upon me only fuels its fire.I am a tempest unleashed,a force that cannot be stopped.A hurricane in the form of man and beast combined.As I hunt down Xerath,I am driven not just by vengeance,but also by a desperate desire to reclaim what was stolen from me - my sanity,my purpose,the chance to rediscover who Renekton truly is beneath this monstrous exterior.
Conclusion
In this diary entry, you have caught but a glimpse into the mind of Renekton. A tortured soul trapped within the confines of his own madness,yet still clinging onto fragments of his former self.I shall continue on this relentless journey until justice has been served.Until then,beware those who cross paths with Butcher Of Sands.They will face fury unparalleled,fangs dripping with crimson.The desert echoes cries,the sand thirsts for blood.Never underestimate wrath born from torment...for it consumes all,till there's nothing left but ashes scattered across barren wasteland.Shurima may weep as darkness claims victory over light.But remember,this monster once walked among gods.Tread cautiously...or become another victim swallowed whole in sands.