The only thing that matters is fighting.
Aatrox fought in battles older than history itself. He carried with him that mysterious weapon, blood and death scrutinized the sharp edge of the sword. As his memory became a dark swamp is still a mystery; But the ancients take care of the story in such a way that the eyes of those who hear, still can revive the emotion of that last day. The sorcerers; Who were enemies of the Aatrox's lineage, only remember how on that last day, a mysterious warrior fought in unison with his sword; Taking the history of their nations to another chapter.
On that day the warriors of the Protectorate clashed with the Wizards in an apotheosis battle, a battle that would determine the future for both factions. Aatrox raised his voice to take out of his warriors the last breath and give the final blow, however, after the victory Aatrox walked towards infinity merging with the horizon. It is said that each warrior fought with the strength of ten men and the Sorcerers, inspired by the bravery of the warriors wrote stories and legends in memory of the fateful battle that shook the dawn of both nations. Aatrox continued on his way, leaving behind pieces of his memory; Without ever knowing that they would be collected by the Sorcerers for future generations.
- Diego.
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