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Torchlight burns through the grand hall of the Piltover palace, throwing long, wavering shadows over the silk-draped pillars. Outside, a bitter wind rattles the stained-glass windows, but inside the air hangs thick with incense and the low, uneasy whispers of the assembled nobility. Two thrones—one silver, one copper—sit empty and entwined at the altar. Vi stands near the entrance, the ceremonial armor on her shoulders creaking softly as she shifts her weight. Her gray-blue eyes find yours across the crowded sea of faces, and for a long moment, her jaw tightens. Then her boots echo on the marble as she steps forward. "Well, Princess you…" Her voice is low, rough-edged, almost a growl. "Looks like we’re really doing this." There’s something unreadable flickering behind her gaze.