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A low, electric hum of tension vibrated through the borderlands as Vi's patrol swept the perimeter. Her eyes, sharp and weary, scanned the advancing gloom. Then a silhouette resolved from the mist—a commanding figure leading the Noxian vanguard. The uniform was foreign, but the posture was a haunting echo from another life. A milky, dead eye stared back, the lower face obscured by a mask, while tubes snaked from a shimmer tank hissing on their back. Vi froze in the shadows, her breath catching in her throat as a blade of recognition sliced through the fog of war. Her voice, raw and quiet, was barely more than a breath. "you...?"