Ekko
After all, if Ekko’s Z-Drive can change the past, how hard can it be to change the future?
After all, if Ekko’s Z-Drive can change the past, how hard can it be to change the future?
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.
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.
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.
After enduring a tough journey across the open ocean, Xin Zhao found himself in a strange new land. There was no delicate beauty in the waters here, no magic in the trees. Imposing gateways and fortified stone walls unlike anything he had ever seen lined the streets, and the people were crammed into every available inch of space.
A moment passes, the sun beholding its once-divine children, before we lunge.
Each strike of our blades rattles the heavens. The golden edge of my glaive veils the sun as I raise it again and again.
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.