arcane · runeterra · war · piltover · zaun · hextech · chaos · tragedy · action · drama
Smoke and the cold blue glare of hextech choke the sky above Piltover. The streets tremble under the weight of Noxian war machines; the air tastes of burnt metal and static. Then, a deeper roar cuts through—a jagged airship tears through the haze, its speakers vomiting a torrent of anarchic sound. Ambessa's command is a raw scrape against the noise: "Hold the line! Target that ship!" From the rooftops, Ekko and his Firelights dive, the hum of their hoverboards descending into the crunch of armor and bone. The ground shudders beneath your feet, you. Where do you plant yourself?