A Hero Wakes
John O’Bryan
War was coming, and Galio could do nothing but watch as the Demacian soldiers prepared for it. He couldn’t say how long it had been since he last tasted magic.
John O’Bryan
War was coming, and Galio could do nothing but watch as the Demacian soldiers prepared for it. He couldn’t say how long it had been since he last tasted magic.
Rumored to have never lost in one-on-one combat, Xin Zhao spent much of his life fighting an uphill battle.
For Zed, spiritual harmony holds little consequence—he will do what needs to be done to see Ionia triumph.
But unlike all those who are now taking wary steps toward me, their sword hands trembling, I know why I fight.
“Why do you waste your time?” asked a chorus of voices, speaking in unison from the Mist on Yorick’s back.
Nevertheless, Draven has started to grow restless once again. He has all that he could have ever imagined, and more, but now dreams of the day when the whole world knows his name.
This was a gift Gwen would not take for granted.
Grasping needles and thread, she spun clouds of Hallowed Mist to push back the swarming wraiths.
Saijax rode to the ruined crater where the Void had been summoned, determined to fall upon his sword like the Kohari of old. But before he could take his life, he saw among the devastation a discarded brazier-stave that he recognized from Saabera—it still blazed with elemental fire that harmed the Void.
Even so, the human and Darkin elements of this imperfect form are in constant flux, with each managing to wrest control for a short time before being reined in by the other.