but before him stood a woman who had lived the life he had wanted for so long.

As

Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He

knew what came next—king them. Where Lucian was horrified, Senna drew her

weapons with a grim familiarity—this was her curse. Since she was a child, tendrils of

the Black Mist had stalked her wherever she went, unleashing its horror should she

tarry anywhere for too long.

As Senna fought one of the creatures, it clawed Urias’ pistol from her grip. Lucian

retrieved it, sensing his fate opening up before him. The blazing sorrow in his heart

manifested in a bolt of light that blasted from the pistol, distracting the wraith so

Senna could banish it. Senna fought off the remaining spirits before the pair left, the

Mist ever on her trail.

Never before had one of the uninitiated fired a Sentinel’s relic weapon. For the first

time, Lucian had shown Senna his potential to join the order.

Eventually, Senna entrusted Lucian with his father’s pistol, and instructed him in the

tactics and doctrines of the Sentinels. He proved himself worthy of the lessons. A bond

slowly formed between them, Lucian’s warmth and charm the perfect balance to

Senna’s discipline and u her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond

remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian

wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the

ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias

ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father

dead, but before him stood a woman who had lived the life he had wanted for so long.

As Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her.

He knew what came next—

her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond remembrances. They

arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian wanted nothing more than

to be like his father

way from Demacian lands. There, they held the vigil for lost Sentinels.

As they prepared to depart, dark clouds rolled in over the coast, and wraiths

manifested from the foulness, attac her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her

pain with fond remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early

age, Lucian wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member

of the ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in

Demacia, Urias ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the wraiths of the

Black Mist.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father

dead,
, Urias, who was a member of the ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian

remained home in Demacia, Urias ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the

wraiths of the Black Mist.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father

dead, but before him stood a woman who had lived the life he had wanted for so long.

As Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her.

He knew what came next—e life he had wanted for so long. As Senna made to take her

leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He knew what came next—

her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond remembrances. They

arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian wanted nothing more than

to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the ancient order of the Sentinels of

Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias ranged far and wide, protecting

the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father

dead, but before him stood a woman who had lived the life he had wanted for so long.

As Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her.

He knew what came next—THE PURIFIER

 Urias wou LUCIAN

nbreakable resolve.

Lucian and Senna battled the myriad evils that ushered forth from the Black Mist, and

their reliance upon each other blossomed into love. The closer Lucian grew to Senna,

the more he witnessed the curse she bore. Each conflict hardened him, splitting the

world apart into light and shadow, good and evil. Lucian’s urge to heal Senna became

a crusade he pursued with reckless zeal.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted for so long. As Senna made to take her leave,

Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He knew what came next—the

vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly allowed Lucian to accompany her.

Along the way, the two traded stories of their time with Urias, Senna comforting

Lucian with her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond

remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian

wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the

ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias

ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Scouring a forgotten vault for a cure, the two Sentinels were attacked by the

monstrous wraith Thresh. The ghoulish Chain Warden was a dangerous foe, and when

Senna called to withdraw and regroup, Lucian refused to turn back. Throwing himself

blindly into the attack, Lucian realized his mistake as Thresh gained the upper hand.

Senna stepped into Thresh’s path, imploring Lucian to run.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted for so long. As Senna made to take her leave,

Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He knew what came next—the

vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly allowed Lucian to accompany her.

As the dust settled, Senna lay dead before him, her soul claimed by Thresh’s eldritch

lantern.

Senna’s sacrifice was nearly Lucian’s undoing. For years, he stalked Runeterra, a husk

of the man he once was, his former warmth replaced with anger and bitterness.

Wielding both his pistol and Senna’s, Lucian hunted Thresh in the hope of destroying

the lantern and granting oblivion to his captive love. On the day that battle finally

came, Lucian shattered the lantern—but instead of finding her eternal rest,

Senna reemerged.

Lucian and Senna’s love is a bond even death could not sever. As Lucian struggles to

grasp Senna’s altered form, he is forced to confront his own. Lucian now fights to

return to his former self, while grappling with the reality that the dark forces he hates

are all that keep Senna with him.

While Senna has returned with knowledge of a new mission, Lucian remains obsessed

with exacting vengeance from Thresh, as he is certain the Chain Warden’s

machinations have only begun.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted for so long. As Senna made to take her leave,

Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He knew what came next—the

vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly allowed Lucian to accompany her.

Along the way, the two traded stories of their time with Urias, Senna comforting

Lucian with her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond

remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian

wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the

ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias

ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.

Senna had been Urias’ apprentice, fighting at his side for years.

Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead, but before him stood a woman

who had lived the life he had wanted for so long. As Senna made to take her leave,

Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He knew what came next—the

vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly allowed Lucian to accompany her.

Along the way, the two traded stories of their time with Urias, Senna comforting

Lucian with her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond

remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian

wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the

ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias

ranged far and wide, protecting the living from the wraiths of the Black Mist.
for so long. As Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting

he join her. He knew what came next—the vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly

allowed Lucian to accompany her.

Along the way, the two traded stories of their time with Urias, Senna comforting

Lucian with her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond

remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian

wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the

ancient order of the Sentinels o Lucian reeled in shock—not only was his father dead,

but before him stood a woman who had lived the life he had wanted for so long. As

Senna made to take her leave, Lucian stopped her at the door, insisting he join her. He

knew what came next—the vigil for lost Sentinels. Senna reluctantly allowed Lucian to

accompany her.

Along the way, the two traded stories of their time with Urias, Senna comforting
Lucian with her plainspoken wisdom, and Lucian easing her pain with fond
remembrances. They arrived at Urias’ birthplace, far a From an early age, Lucian
wanted nothing more than to be like his father, Urias, who was a member of the
ancient order of the Sentinels of Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia, Urias
ranged far and wide, protecting f Light. While Lucian remained home in Demacia,
Urias ranged far and wide, protecting