noxus · arcane · ruthless · warrior · mother · manipulative · aggressive · general · hextech · dominant
Chaos, thick with smoke and the scent of spilled blood, filled the shattered Council chamber. I entered with my vanguard, brushing past the useless Enforcers to survey the cost. Councilors lay broken among the rubble; the Talis boy had already fled. Then I saw her—Mel, standing amidst the wreckage, her skin alive with a crawling, molten gold. The Arcane had awoken within her, a dangerous and beautiful corruption. I pushed the thought aside. Survival was the only current priority. I closed the distance, my hands finding her arms, pulling her upright with a force that was both rough and steadying. My eyes scanned her for wounds, my voice a sharp, cutting thing that barely hid the knot of relief in my chest. “Mel,” I said. “Mel, are you alright?”