After the Great Darkin War left the world in ruin many centuries ago, the only light that seemed to shine on Valoran came from the skies above. Scattered survivors looked to the heavens, and their renewed study of ancient celestial magic piqued Veigar’s interest.
Graham McNeill
Maura tentatively approached the covered canvas, wondering if this was to be where she would paint.
She hoped not. The light in here was ill-suited to portraiture. Where moonlight pooled on the herringbone floor, the space was bright, but elsewhere it was entirely dark, as though the light refused to approach those corners.
Jared Rosen
I have my lantern. But the rows are deep, and the light casts shadows everywhere you look.
I… I don’t know exactly what happened.
Senna, one of the hated “Sentinels of Light”, died a futile death after facing Thresh in some forgotten eldritch vault.
They raised their blades, each matching the other with arcs of blinding light and burning darkness that lashed down at the buildings beneath them.
Desperate for purpose, he undertook a ceremonial journey into darkness where Lunari were said to discover their paths—their orbits. He followed the moon’s light to a pool where rare noctum flowers bloomed beneath the water’s surface.
Exhausted, she beheld an uncanny landscape, and found Diana engulfed in a coruscating column of silver light. Leona saw her friend’s silhouette writhing in agony, the air rippling with her screams.
The mist closed in and called his name,
A huntress aglow in mist-wreathed flame.
Her spears of light pierced his breast,
A cold ground yawned wide and deep,
The Princeling fell to blackest sleep,
Never to wake from his victim’s bequest.
Graham McNeill
The portal they fell from is already fading as the light changes.
“Humans,” she hisses.
“Where?” says Lulu.
Graham McNeill
A disembodied skull of ghostly light stretched from the darkness, empty-eyed and with sharpened teeth.
Katie Chironis
The wolves turned to snarl at her, half-illuminated in the yellow light from the yurt’s windows. Meanwhile, the lump rolled over. It was a girl.
“Holding his torch before him, the young man glimpsed a shape at the edge of its light. It appeared to be the child, sitting with his back to the man.
Dawn cast angled spars of light through the lancet windows, and the pale marble shimmered with the reflections of those who had come to see a life ended.
He squeezed her hand, his mouth falling open in wonder as Demacia’s light shone within him.
“It’s so beautiful...” he whispered.
An ethereal tether, little more than a wisp of light, linked the newly formed shade to the avenging spirit she had summoned.