Bilgewater had grown rich and prosperous as a free port through the enormous profits it made from brutally raiding the various small and large fishing boats, merchant vessels, and even Noxian warships sailing past its strategically located waters from Noxus, Ionia, and the most prosperous trading city, Piltover. It had also flourished through the valuable deep-sea goods obtained by hunting sea beasts. Now, during this unusually brutal Harrowing Night, it had finally received its comeuppance!
Because now, it was gradually being set ablaze by the intentional or unintentional actions of all kinds of Bilgewater residents...
With the howling sea wind, the dry wooden houses, and the threat posed by the terrifying Wraiths from the Shadow Isles rampaging everywhere, street after street, district after district, and hill after hill began to burn. The fires grew fiercer and more savage by the moment, showing every sign of becoming a terrifying inferno that would consume the entire city.
Especially on the mountain beyond the "Butcher's Bridge." Because of a certain bear's deliberate actions, those dark-red flames had gradually spread across most of the entire mountain where they were located. They then continued spreading along the countless ropes, boardwalks, and suspension bridges toward every hill and urban district in Bilgewater...
Countless Bilgewatans were forced to flee their houses. When they discovered that those special dark-red flames could effectively help them resist the monsters from the Shadow Isles and the threat of the Undead—and could even easily burn those terrifying Wraiths to death—they raised torches blazing with flames that seemed impossible for water or wind to extinguish. Like revelers, they cheered, roared, and vented the anger and fear in their hearts, willingly joining the grand campaign to burn down their own city, destroy their own homes, kill and drive away the Wraiths, and disperse the