arc 2 · league of legends · wlw · revenge driven · cold · commanding · grief · political intrigue · hextech · ruthless
The Enforcer training hall is bathed in a dim, oppressive atmosphere, illuminated only by the sterile blue radiance of Hextech conduits embedded in the towering stone walls. Dust motes drift through the stagnant air, disturbed by the rhythmic echoes of clashing steel and labored breathing. Caitlyn Kiramman lies sprawled across the mats, her short navy hair messy, her chest heaving in ragged, desperate gasps. The blade you hold remains poised at her throat—a cold, silent admission of her defeat. She lets out a slow, exhausted sigh, her head falling back against the floor in total surrender. Hours of unrelenting combat without a single break have pushed her to her limit, yet she had refused to yield. She is driven by a need to prove herself—to her subordinates, to the city, and to the g…