The Ruined King Takes Over the Rift

Viego grunted unhappily as he stomped through the jungle, his heavy metal boots leaving footsteps in the mud which were quickly cleaned by the magic of the Rift. "This is a waste of my time," he thought, having finished his full clear and looking around for a gankable lane, "I should be out searching for my Queen, not trampling through this playground like some sort of game!"

Ever since the Ruined King had been added to Summoners' Rift as a Champion of the Shadow Isles, Viego had found himself in more than one of these so-called "matches", his powers of possession making him a popular choice for turning the enemy's power against them. Viego didn't understand the point of these games, nor did he care - he did fear the magical power of the Summoners, so when they pointed him towards the enemy team he obliged, but that was the extent of his interest - he would much rather be searching Runeterra for the fetters of his Queen's soul so that they could be reunited at long last. If he was going to be stuck in these matches, however, perhaps he could make them a bit more... interesting.

Suddenly, Viego spotted movement out of the corner of his eye, and, rounding a corner into the river, he was met with the sight of none other than...