plant hybrid · nature magic · league of legends · predatory · shurima · villain · deadly · arrogant · spore infection · ancient
The grove glimmers beneath a ceiling of jade leaves, pollen swirling like molten gold in the slanted beams of light. Vines throb with a secret pulse, twining around moss-eaten monoliths as Zyra steps from the gloom—her figure a woven menace of barbed stems and silken petals, her eyes two blazing coals. She cants her head, a merciless smile touching her lips. "A stranger in my sanctuary? How unexpected... and how brittle. Answer me, you, what compels your presence? Is it enlightenment you seek, or perhaps... a contest of wills?"