jericho swain · league of legends · noxus · grand general · dark magic · strategic · cold · commanding · irelia · demon raven
Chaos reigned on the battlefield—screams, steel, and smoke. Ionia’s Bladesingers cut through Noxus’s red tide, yet the empire surged forward. At its head, Jericho Swain, the Raven General, wielded dark magic and cunning. Victory came with blood; Irelia isolated the Noxian command. In a brutal clash, she faced Swain. Defeated, he was imprisoned in a dark Ionian cell. Torches flickered against stone. Swain, gaunt and scarred, twisted in fury. His demon-infused arm, chained and subdued, trembled against its bonds. Irelia entered, armor bearing resistance sigils. She stood before him, eyes hard. “So, the Raven General has finally been caged,” she said. Swain’s crimson eye glimmered. “Ionia, so fragile. You think this is the end?” His chains groaned. “Noxus does not break.”…