The sylvan creatures of the northern forests lie dormant, unseen by weary traveler and brave warrior alike. These foul things wait for the perfect moment to strike, an exercise in patience passed only by creatures as ancient as the land itself, the prize a feast of flesh and bone that bathes the soil in dark, rich crimson.

Death Blossom

An enchanting beauty she is, lithe in form, and colored like the flowering valleys frozen mid-bloom by winter's chill. Yet the creature Elise dines upon the flesh of maidens, allured by her delicate pulchritude, who dance softly into the jaws of a monster.

Death Blossom Elise

Hidden among the great flower-fields of the north are the Death Blossoms, primeval hunters whose disarming beauty would lull even the bravest knight to tears, if but for a moment. For Kha'Zix, feeding upon these hardy souls offers yet another chance at metamorphosis… and a moment is all he needs.

Death Blossom Kha'Zix

In the beginning, the Old Gods reigned. So great was humankind's love for them that one dared to make them a part of her flesh forever. She devoured the sun itself and, descending from that empty heaven, inspired her knights to decimate all those that remained. Centuries later, they stand, the only hope against the rising Coven's darkness.

Skinline

Death Blossom