There is life. There is death. And then there is me.

Thresh is a Specter that was formaly bound by the Black Mist to the Cursed Isles. During the centuries that he spent there, he grew in power and cruelty, having his existence directly attached to the lantern it carries. The souls it contains gave it an almost sentient state to the point it can function without Thresh and in the unlikely event of him being defeated will wait for another worthy holder to present themselves to it.

He has free manipulation of the souls trapped inside of the lantern, being able to bring out or keep hidden deep within it. All souls in there are bound to him and under his influence (exception being Senna since she is the only one who actively escaped and wasn't brough out by Thresh), thing that can be seen in the short Night at the Inn that Legends of Runeterra released.

His skeletan form is his true form now, his unbound self is how he vainly chooses to present himself, unless he chooses to appear that way, the lantern's glow can reveal his true form by his shadow.

If the lantern is damaged, Thresh will feel physical pain.

Mount Targon, a place the mist had touched before, brough suffering and yet, not everything bad about it could be placed under Viego's long list of faults. It was funny how quickly and easy it was for a nation to turn against each other. The whole Sun and Moon conflict? Delicious to watch.

He didn't remember the last time he had added a Targonian soul to his lantern. Maybe he had, who knew. While he could tell each one apart, it didn't really matter for him and he would not mind feeding his lantern another one.

Cling clang.

One of the many sounds that seemed to follow the star being. A human appearance hid from the mortals the twisted being that he was. One would say he was pleasant to look at, although it didn't match the wicket grin he had on his lips upon laying eyes on a Star Guardian. Not just any, oh no, this one he was well aquainted with.

Ah how could the Black Mist never wash upon such a misery inflicted place? Then again, he knew it wasn't one of the places of interest of its originator so he knew the answer. Still, he could sense all the souls that could fit nicely in his lantern. Still, he wanted more. Zaun was definitely a place he could see himself spending a few decades in, just taking in the unhappiness of that place. There was a lot of things he could absorb just by existing, what if he were to get in touch with the inhabitants? Oh, things could get so much worse.

First, however, he needed to find one of the sources.

So for this, he was in his human desguise, appearing as someone from overseas and interested in doing business with the one leading the business there.