Fleeing into the hills, he and Ryze bore horrified witness to the destructive power of the World Runes firsthand.
The earth fell away beneath them, the bedrock itself seeming to retch and squeal, while the sky above them recoiled as if mortally wounded.
Corin became one with the last remnant of the daughter he had known and loved. She listened to his steady heartbeat through the night, the quiet hum of hextech in the beautifully intricate ball by her side.
As a child of the Lhotlan tribe, Xayah loved listening to her father sing folk-hymns about ancient vastayan heroes. The haunting melodies transported her to a long-forgotten time, when magic danced freely through the island of Qaelin, imbuing the Lhotlan with immense power.
Zilean’s own resentment grew, yet he was worried by open talk of secession among his peers. He was a patriot through and through, but in the face of the Ascended Host, any rebellion could only end in calamity for his people.
Ian St. Martin
“You’re finally here.”
“Indeed, my witness.” His true voice is thunder, rendered through furnace iron. “I am here.”
Graham McNeill
He lets out a wracking sob as I stop and press him hard against the wall.
I can’t decide if he thinks I’m going to kill him or let him go.
Conor Sheehy
The figure picked himself up, breathing hard.
"Gods, woman," he gasped, "what were you doing?"
Ian St. Martin
“My son…”
“No,” Erath’s eyes were hard. “You don’t get to do that. You lost a finger, I lost you!
Ariel Lawrence
The right words could cut more deeply than a knife.
“You are here to serve me,” he growled.
“No, I swore to serve this house.” The oath I had taken pricked fresh in my mind, the oath of all intelligencers.
Graham McNeill
“I got meat,” said Trundle, reaching into the bag and hauling out the stinking remains of a curling-horned mountain ram.
Ian St Martin
“We have to—”
Kross never finished his sentence. He gasped, hard, as a sword’s tip emerged from between his ribs. Then he toppled to the deck.
Ariel Lawrence
Michael Haugen Wieske
Then came the sound of steeled hooves on hard-pack road.
As the veil parted, Jonath made out riders in the gloom.