The Soul Thief


Soul Siphon

A field of cold, listless, death surrounds the Mistfallow, stealing away bits of your enemies soul and healing the Mistfallow.

Level 1 Level 2 Level 3
Damage/tick 65 82 100
Lifesteal(%) 35 35 35
Duration(s) 3 3 3
Frequency(s) 0.5 0.5 0.5
Range 90 90 90
Max Targets 3 4 5
Mana Cost 40 60 80
Cool Down 3 3 3

Momentarily returns to the grey mist, becoming insubstantial as you teleport and solidify once again on the other side.

Level 1 Level 2 Level 3
Teleport Range 120 140 160
Invisibility Duration(s) 6 8 10
Damage Bonus(%) 30 30 30
Mana Cost 120 100 80
Cooldown(s) 17 16 15
  • The first attack out of dissipate does extra damage


  • Put points in Soul Siphon first - The ability of steal life from other players is the most important that mistfallow have.
  • Be aggressive - In some ways, Soul Siphon is more powerful the more enemies you face. Don't be afraid to mix it up and get in the middle of a big fight.
  • Know when to get out - Dissipate is the perfect way to fall back after wading into a fight. Dive into the enemies' line, Soul Siphon as much as you can, then dissipate out and regroup for another attack.
  • Pair with Stormcaller - Stormcaller's ability to eletrocute is a nice compliment to soul siphon, and adding lighting storm to your initial attack can be devastating with the right timing.


The plane of Kethos knows no grater danger than the Mistfallow. Born of the Gray Mist, these ethereal monsters infests on the soul of the champions.

Kethos is home to the golden hall, a paradise where the fallen dragon lords from every century's battle gather to feast on mead and recount their glories, but it is also the home of the Gray Mist, the swirling, turbid maelstrom that surround the floating isles of the hall and its surrounds. It is said that even the fallen may die again, if they venture past the hall's protected shores, but is not the mist itself they fear - it is the mistfallow.

Barely perceptible to the narrow eye even at rest, the mistfallow are creatures of vapor and smoke, with a greedy hunger for the thing themselves lack: The power and vitality of an eternal soul. They are the perfect predators, able to fade in and out of the material world at will and capable of ripping bits of your soul from your body by their mere presence, but what they are not is long lived.

With no soul to sustain their form, it dissipates quickly, fading back to the mist from which they were born. It is only the power they gain from drinking the souls of the eternal that allows them to survive. To ride the Mistfallow is to accept the price of its existence as your own: for ride on the back of the very souls of your enemies.