K’Sante
But K’Sante knows that should Azir or Xerath dare march southward, he stands ready to fight.
But K’Sante knows that should Azir or Xerath dare march southward, he stands ready to fight.
Sometimes it needs to be kept in check.
The Kinkou are the self-appointed keepers of Ionia’s sacred balance.
To protect the survivors of the attack who retreated back into the shadows of the mountain, Aphelios’ training as an assassin has been given reach by Alune’s magic—his blades now an arsenal of mystical weapons, perfected by Alune over the course of many missions together.
Yet, no matter how he tried, Yorick could never gain the acceptance of the other monks. To them, he was tangible proof of things that should only be known through faith.
Yet he also reaches out to Ionia’s victims—fellow witnesses—to create shared tranquility and reflection.
Both the relentless artist rising from the ashes and the kindhearted man from a once-peaceful isle, Hwei faces the conflicting hues of Ionia—and his own imagination.