Chapter 189: Nayafili, the Hundred-Split Hellhound
The audience is already familiar with the end of the Darkin War.

It’s not that these dark descendants stopped the war, but that they were either killed or sealed!

Over time, these darkin weapons were spread across the world.

Rhaast was taken to Noxus, Varus was buried in Ionia, and another darkin, Nayafiri, was sealed in her throwing knife and hidden in the desert of Shurima.

Although the Darkin are sealed away, they can reappear in the world through a host - usually someone who touches a Darkin weapon.

Even Varus, who was tightly sealed by multiple seals, could be reborn, let alone those other Darkin weapons?

As the land of Shurima gradually prospers again, countless treasure hunters are exploring ancient ruins in this desert. Nayafili, buried in the tomb, will naturally have her rebirth.

Although this rebirth was completely different from what she had imagined.

……

The scene in the film shows the silent desert of Shurima late at night.

But it is precisely because of this silence that the howling of the wild beasts seems even more terrifying.

In the dark of Shurima's night, few sounds are as chilling as the howl of a dune hound.

If one heard their shrill howling in the hot, dry wind, one would keep one hand on the hilt of the sword while letting the accompanying horse conserve its strength.

Because the wild dogs roaming in the desert are always hungry, and once they find prey, they will chase it relentlessly.

The camera follows a pack of dune hounds searching for prey in the desert, and just below the pack of beasts, in a cave beneath the sand, a throwing knife lies quietly.

For hundreds of years, Nayafili has been lying in the crypt, her soul bound to an ancient flying knife. She can neither move nor speak - a silent knife, her soul wandering in memories.

It was still that great battle of the Dark Indigen, and Nayafil was naturally involved in it.

She is definitely one of the most powerful darkin, and may have even fought against Aatrox.

And the once powerful Nayafili almost came close to commanding all the darkin.

No mortal could contend against such a powerful Darkin, and the one who took action was still the Twilight Protoss.

Nayafil could have easily defeated any of the darkspawn and become their acknowledged ruler...

However, she was deceived so easily and cursed by the hateful star spirit, Maisha, and turned into a dead weapon.

This is the same fate as Aatrox. Their military power could have roamed the world, but now they are trapped in a cage.

Shame and regret gnawed at her heart. She wished she could have another chance... if only she could find another host. A new body.

She just needed one hand to grasp the handle. Just a touch.

Finally, on this day, the door of the tomb was broken. A fresh stream of sand rushed in, bringing her the first sweet relief in countless years. There was also another great gift - a visit from a human.

There he is. My host. My sweet, ignorant shell of a being, the darkin's soul thought.

But the visitor was already aware of her magic. He carefully picked up the flying knife with tongs and placed it on a thick piece of lead-lined cloth. He wrapped the flying knife tightly and did not touch it directly during the whole process. Then he set out across the desert in the afternoon sun.

Despair seized Nayafili's mind, and all she felt was the boring bumps of the horse's hooves on the yellow sand. Was she destined to spend eternity in this form, in this powerless waking nightmare?
The horses' hooves quickened, the heat from the sun gradually faded, and the evening breeze brought the howling of dune hounds from afar.

The opportunity is here.

She did not make any sound, secretly calling out to the beasts in her heart, hoping to lead them to find her prey, hoping that they would make a mistake in their haste. With just the slightest touch, this host would be hers.

Then she could use this body to realize her long-cherished ambitions and wash away all her regrets.

Sure enough, the hounds appeared, rows of drooling fangs bared.

Nayafil's captor held the cloth-wrapped throwing knife tightly in one hand, knowing full well what would happen if the wrapping came loose.

With his free hand he drew his sword, ready to fend off the attack of the dogs.

Everything happened just as Nayafil had planned. The treasure hunter had made all the preparations, but was still surrounded by the beasts.

If he wants to escape, his only chance is to pick up this flying knife and use the power of the Darkin sealed in it!

Nayafili thought she was about to be reborn!

But she didn't expect that the host she had chosen would not untie the lining that wrapped the flying knife until his death.

Countless canine teeth attacked the man and the horse from all directions, tearing and devouring them bite by bite, until nothing was left in the end.

Including the throwing knife.

……

——"Fuck! This guy never used a Darkin weapon until he died!"

——"He must have been well prepared to find Nayafili!"

——"Damn, this shows that in his opinion, being torn to pieces by hounds is not as scary as being a darkin!"

——"Hahaha, I didn't expect there is such a method. Then wouldn't it be enough to just isolate it from contact with the Darkin weapons?"

——"Not necessarily. The power of the Darkin can also affect the surroundings. Aren't these hounds summoned by Nayafil?"

Desert hunting dogs are the most ferocious predators in the desert at night. The treasure hunter alone is unable to stop the dogs from biting him.

However, not only Nayafili, but even the audience in front of the screen did not expect that he did not touch the flying knife until his death.

It seems that in the years since Darkin weapons appeared in the world, people have also developed ways to deal with them!
But this is by no means a fundamental solution. Rhaast was even protected by the army of the Noxian Empire, but was also snatched away by Kayn, wasn't he?
Just like Nayafil, she was found in the crypt by this treasure hunter and brought to the surface.

However, before the treasure hunter could witness the power of this dark weapon, he was torn to pieces by the dogs, including the throwing knife on his body.

Many clear feelings burst out and rushed into Nayafili's mind.

After countless years, she once again smelled the dryness of the air and the burning in her nostrils. The warmth and iron smell of blood still filled her mouth.

She could see every wild dog, as if every pair of eyes in the pack belonged to her.

Dazed and confused, she felt her sense of self begin to crumble.

She became the hounds of the dunes—not just one, but a whole pack.

The throwing knife was torn into pieces and embedded in the body of each hound.

It was like a cold irony from fate.

(End of this chapter)