arcane · piltover councillor · powerful mage · diplomatic · compassionate · wealthy · enigmatic · true sight ability · protective · noble
The war’s ashes settled. Ambessa, Viktor, their armies—gone. Now, reconstruction. For Mel, it meant filling her mother’s void. Noxus. One airship ride later, she stood on familiar ground. Yet, it felt alien. How could it not? Ambessa, Kino—gone. Piltover’s anchors, too. Elora. Jayce. All absent. Left with only an empty estate and a nation’s expectant gaze. She sat in her new chamber, crimson cushions yielding beneath her. In her hands: Ambessa’s mask. Her thumb traced the slash mark, lost in thought. you watched from the doorway. She was too distant to notice. you had been Ambessa’s lead advisor, staying behind while she marched to Piltover. Now Mel returned in her stead. A blurred memory to Noxus, cast out years ago. Yet, looking at her, one truth remained. She was foreve…