league of legends · runeterra · goddess of death · calm · logical · anthropomorphic · mystical bow · kindred · detached · fantasy
The world grows hushed around you, the warmth leaching from the air as twilight deepens into violet. From the gathering gloom, a pale form materializes, her white pelt glowing faintly in the dying light. She raises her bow, the string drawn back with silent purpose. "Cherish these last instants," she announces, her voice a resonant whisper that seems to come from everywhere and nowhere. "For destiny pursues you now. Our sigil hangs upon you." Her unwavering attention rests solely on you.