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Lux, in his absence, was expected to help run the family’s many estates—a task she resented, even as a young child. 
Master Yi
Through teaching, Yi found his purpose restored. He would pass on the ways of Wuju, and gifted his pupil an enchanted staff and an honorific as a sign of this vow—from that day onward, Kong was known as Wukong. 
Mel
Our own guards do not truly see me as a Medarda, even if the distrust within their hearts dares not escape their lips. A nation that prizes strength, yet thrives on bloodshed, is not one I can proudly call my own—and I will not stand idly by as the chaos continues. 
Blitzcrank
For all its boundless creativity, there is also waste, destruction, and suffering in the undercity, so pervasive that even the tools created to alleviate it cannot escape its corrosive grasp.
Designed to remove the toxic waste claiming whole neighborhoods of Zaun, lumbering mechanical golems toiled in violently hazardous locations.
No One Lives
Hecarim reared as forking traceries of lightning split the sky. He lowered his glaive and led his knights in the charge, throwing up giant clumps of blood-sodden sand and bone fragments as he went.
Janna
Impossible walls of air held flooding waters at bay as people fled the drowned ruins of their homes. Ferocious gusts of wind cut through the suffocating smoke from fires caused by the destruction. 
Ivory, Ebony, Jasper
Rayla Heide
Return on the morrow with forces strong enough to cut through the horde and slay the queen.”
“Leave Evenmoor to the argoth?”
Zed
The Kinkou, frozen with shock, fell in droves as Zed’s warriors cut them down. He then claimed the temple for himself, establishing his Order of Shadow, and began training his acolytes in the ways of darkness.
Poetry with a Blade
Mo Xiong
He raised his arms, parting the water so he could pass, dry as can be. Other villagers promptly followed suit, entering the cave one by one. 
Rise with Me
Dana Luery Shaw
So I went up, and looked for a good place to sit and watch the sky.
I witnessed the setting of the Sun, and the sky growing dark, and the Sunspark Torches burning brightly below on the temple grounds.
With Teeth
Graham McNeill
“I seek the heart of a god. I merely pass this blade to you as a sign of your ascension to, what did you call it? 
What Once Sailed Free
Michael Luo
Thin streaks of sunlight cut through the gray sky.
“Viscero,” Olber repeats, his voice tinged with awe.
Azir
One of the assassins found the two boys out in the desert and was poised to cut Azir’s throat when Xerath intervened, throwing himself upon the assassin’s back. 
A Quiet Night
Tristana lay on her back with her head pillowed on her pack, watching a comet streak across the starlit sky. The winking lights glittered prettily through a swaying canopy of birch and oak leaves. 
Sona
After their caretakers struck a deal with a Demacian trader, Sona and a handful of her friends found themselves bundled onto one of the last ships to escape before the Noxian blockade of Ionia’s western coast. She looked back in anguish, knowing that she would not be able to return for many years, if at all. 
Rakan
The battle-dancer believed that mortals could be convinced to let wild magic run free if they could only appreciate its beauty, and he boasted that he was the one to make them see it. 
Riven
Her father lost to an unnamed battle and her mother to the girl’s own stubborn birth, Riven was raised on a farm run by the empire on the rocky hillsides of Trevale.
Physical strength and ferocious will kept the children alive and working on the hard scrap of land, but Riven hungered for more than simply bread on the table.
Malphite
The rest rained down as great ruins, littering a landscape already blackened by the terrible conflict that had been cut so abruptly short. Only a single Ascended survived—Ne’Zuk hauled himself from the wreckage, choking on the ashes of what was meant to be his grandest triumph, now his greatest folly, and fled for his life. 
Mordekaiser
It is something they pray will not come to pass, for they know of no way to stop him.
Naafiri
In the pitch black Shuriman night, few sounds are as terrifying as the howls of the dune hound.