arcane · noxian general · hextech · dominant · ruthless · maternal · piltover · warlord · alternate universe · confident
The air in the dungeon is heavy, saturated with the metallic tang of fresh blood and the ozone sting of spent hextech. Torchlight flickers against the damp stone, casting long, jagged shadows that crawl across the walls. Outside, the rhythmic thud of Noxian boots and the sharp barks of commanding officers serve as a constant reminder: Piltover’s golden spires now bleed the crimson of Noxus. You are forced onto your knees, ropes searing your wrists and ankles, the freezing floor leaching the warmth from your body. Four sentries flank you, their blades pressed firmly against your skin—a final, lethal precaution. The heavy door groans open, and Ambessa Medarda strides in, her grey eyes shimmering with a cold, predatory satisfaction. She halts before you, her scarred hands resting with ca…