Today seemed to be an unusual day. Silas woke up from the cold stone bed, but the song of the timekeeper did not ring in his ears.
He suddenly felt a sense of alarm. There was a strong smell of decay in the air. A chill that seemed to crawl out of the grave of evil spirits spread from the window sill of the castle. The cold frost froze on the dilapidated walls like vines.
Ice crystals spread rapidly in Silas' field of vision.
"Chi chi chi..."
The blue frost rubbed in the air, making a permeating scream.
Silas's thinking suddenly froze. He wanted to hit the wall and escape, but he couldn't do it. He was restrained by ice spines in vain, and the sharp edges scratched his body.
Although there was no blood in his body, there was still a dark, dirty liquid flowing out of the wound.
He felt that his strength was constantly draining along with the wound, and this dark cold seemed to want to penetrate into his mind and find out all his secrets.
"Wow... Wow..."
In a trance, he heard the sound of surging waves in his mind, and a wave of energy quietly covered up the problems in his soul.
"Never reveal my existence, boy, or we'll all die."
Acheron's deep voice came, and then his breath was completely silent in Silas' body, as if it had never existed at all.
Because of his influence, bits and pieces of thinking ability returned to Silas' body.
The first thing he felt was the biting cold that penetrated into his soul. His soul fire shrank into a ball, without any resistance at all.
"Dong...dong..."
Then he heard the sound of footsteps at the castle gate, and the sound of a heavy object falling on the ground.
The sound seemed to strike at his soul, piercing through his defenses bit by bit, and the cold ice thorns slowly penetrated between his eyebrows.
"Well……"
A figure slowly appeared in the closed room. He was wrapped in a black robe, with only one withered, forward-stretched hand exposed. That hand forcibly sucked away all of Silas's attention in an instant.
It has six fingers, with only a layer of gray skin covering the bones, and holds a silver-white skeleton staff.
The top of the skull staff is inlaid with a blue magic stone, and endless chill seems to be emanating from it.
"Are you the monarch's new slave?"
A hoarse voice came from under the black robe, and he let out a mocking laugh, like a night owl: "LeBlanc's tricks have never improved."
Silas was surprised to realize that he could speak. He kept the appearance of the ice sculpture and asked tremblingly: "Who are you?!"
"You are not qualified to ask questions."
The man in black robe said word by word, and Silas immediately felt the oppression of the frost intensify again, so he immediately expressed respectfully that he understood.
"Where is LeBlanc?"
"She...the one I met in Demacia? It was she who transformed me into this!"
"...Demacia?"
The man in black robe tilted his head slightly. Wisps of divine light, invisible to the naked eye, penetrated his body through the ice thorns, allowing him to monitor Silas's soul state at all times.
——Not lying.
"Very good, why did she turn you into this?"
"Because of an agreement..."
Silas honestly confessed all his transactions with LeBlanc. After he worked hard to stir up trouble on the Shadow Island, he expected that there would be such a day - the day when the "Monarch" sent someone to find him!
"What does she want? LeBlanc...the traitor."
The man in black robe could not hide his anger, and the ghostly fire suddenly exploded from under his robe. The ice spines on the wall were instantly shattered into mist.
When Silas heard this, his heart skipped a beat. Did that mysterious woman really have bad intentions? As a traitor, she would actually recommend him to come to such a place.
Grass!
"Why did you come to Shadow Island?"
"I……"
Silas' thoughts changed rapidly? If he didn't know LeBlanc's identity, he might have dared to directly say that it was her recommendation, but if he said it now, he would be in trouble...
"I am being hunted here!"
To a certain extent, he wasn't lying...
"Idiot playing tricks."
The ice thorns suddenly tightened, splitting his body apart inch by inch? What made Silas' eyes wide open was that the split body was frozen into stone and quietly turned into powder when it fell to the ground.
The violence of the visitor far exceeded his imagination, and his murderous intentions were revealed at the first disagreement.
In the frozen pain, he had no choice but to tell the true past of his coming here bit by bit. Anyway, he didn't know what LeBlanc had done to his soul. This was also what the Enchantress left for him.
The only way to survive.
"What a disgraceful bastard."
The man in black robes mocked harshly: "You have the reward from the master, but you are still being hunted by mortals. You are indeed the waste transformed by LeBlanc!"
Silas was driven crazy after hearing this, this was his most untouchable evil scale!
His face was ferocious, and even if he made the slightest move, he would be cut by ice thorns, but he still tried to break free from the control of the man in black robe.
"waste!"
The man in black robe became more and more sarcastic: "Just struggle? I can tell you that in this curse that goes against the will of the world, you will never die, including the weak undead that you have killed and devoured in these days, all will be here."
Reborn in the dark mist.
Struggle! Waste!"
The castle trembled violently amidst the laughter of the men in black robes, and broken bricks fell down.
"Well--"
Silas felt the restraints on him became smaller. He knew that this was the evil intention of the man in black robe, and wanted him to struggle more thoroughly.
But the ice spines became sharper, and the frostbite attached to the fire of his soul became even colder.
He roared like a beast, his eyes red with blood.
"A despicable will."
The man in black robe knocked on the ground disdainfully, and the ice spines began to shrink, actively stimulating Silas to resist.
"Ka...ka..."
Silas's body continued to break apart, and pieces of flesh and blood that were frozen into hard steel fell to the ground. The dark, dirty blood was also instantly condensed.
He longs for this kind of power!
He never wanted to be suppressed like this again, helpless, like a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.
"boom!"
The soul flame in his chest surged instantly, and he actually took the initiative to hit the ice thorn.
With a firm determination to die, he unleashed all the power he had accumulated over this period of time at this moment.
When ice and fire came into contact, his body was instantly cut into pieces with thousands of knives, and his soul also suffered the pain of heart-gouging.
At the moment when he was about to be destroyed, the man in black robe snorted coldly, stretched out a finger, and the ice spines that imprisoned Silas turned into a round ice shield to contain him.
The bone-eroding cold suddenly disappeared, and Silas leaned on his broken body and laughed like a lone wolf.
"Kill me!"
The man in black robe had murderous intent, and he clenched his left hand hidden under his robe. The floating ice shield shrank little by little, and the extreme squeeze slowly crushed Silas's flesh and blood.
"Trash has no right to howl."
He sneered and left slowly, and the ice ball containing Silas floated behind him.
"If the master wants to see you, I have to break your bitch's bones first, huh..."