"Noxus... A place where everything went to waste. My life, my pride and my loyalty for them. The place were people used to looked upon as their savior against the light of Demacia, but that changed. Every since the invasion to Ionia... Everything died, the plants, children life and every single of my men died to Noxus, so did many of Ionians... starting with innocent men, women, and children. And for me... I was a commander following stupid orders like a pathetic solider."
"Everything I knew about Noxus was just a plain ass lie. All those people who have been there; were loyal to Noxus and now gone in a mere second just by some stupid toxic bomb made by Singed. That was the time I stained my hand blood red with my fallen comrades... Now my blood stained hand could never be washed nor ever be looked upon the people in Ionia."
"But let's start from the beginning where everything was right. Where I was merely a Noxian living in Ionia because I had no family at the time. Where Ionia and Noxus were living in peace along with Demacia and so on. To where I once loved a person I so call my friend and where her brother was the laughter of the family. Where I once found happiness...Until the war happen."
"Even if I am exile... I am dam proud to be one instead of those Noxian traitor."
"Now let's start my story where it began with a simple evening in Ionia."