AN:
Sorry for the hiatus! Uni is very busy, as it turns out. It slipped my mind to continue my efforts - but finally, the long awaited lemon, and a few more allies.
PS: Sorry for those that saw the chapter that was uploaded for about a minute... I forgot some changes I needed to make :P
Her castle seems to pulse to the beat of their hearts; synchronised life, obvious and subtle. The doors stand open, the windows wide and un-shuttered. Though shadows lurk in every corner and behind every object, light pervades the stone. A harmonic balance so normal… Just not to Syndra, who marvels at the sight. Lux giggles and skips and drags the sovereign behind her like a kite. Occasionally they cannot resist, pecking the other's cheek or lips or neck, and then the chase starts again. When they end up outside Syndra's room, there is no hesitation, no words. They can read each other like books, and the time for affirmations and questions and doubts is far gone. Syndra suffers no embarrassment being naked, and her clothes evaporate like mist in the morning sun, leaving behind pale skin and purple eyes. Lux - and her clothes - prove more of an obstacle, but still much less than would be required to stop them. Her skin, whilst equally lacking in a tan, is more healthy looking. It glows, whereas Syndra's is sickly and white, like chalk. The Sovereign's flesh drinks in the glow, creating a strange, anti-luminescence. Lux is blushing heavily, but for once, Syndra is not. Her heart is still; her mind placid; her soul peaceful. She knows this is what she wants - they want - and that simple knowledge calms her entire being.
She has spent her life being a burden; abandoned, taken in, exiled, vilified. She realizes that at last she has found what she wants; acceptance for who she is. For what she is; imperfect… Dangerous… Troubled. At times, perhaps even evil, in every sense of the word. One pale, elegant hand cups Lux's cheek. The other wraps around her waist, pulls her close. She is warm, and soft, and smaller in every sense. Her subject speaks; voice gentle, subdued, overawed.
"I… I-I've never done this before…" Syndra leans forward and kisses her fiercely, the most aggressive thing they've done so far. Lux is suddenly finding it hard to breath, and her stomach feels tight, her legs weak. Syndra is strong, as strong as ever, stronger, and she is the first to spear her tongue forwards, demanding entry to Lux's mouth. The Light mage's mind is slowly clouding over; she acquiesces in a daze, and her moan as their tongues meet and curl and explore finally elicits a reaction from Syndra; the second hand that was previously pressed to her hip tightens possessively, and pulls her close.
They clash again; Syndra's will and strength overwhelm Lux completely, and she is left on the back foot; panting, legs trembling, thoughts jumbled. Syndra moves the hand from Lux's head - having perfectly captured her with her lips alone - and moves it down her body. The nails scrapes down her collarbone, Lux's moan awakening something inside of her lover, and palms a small, conical breast. Lux gasps as her nipple sparks against Syndra's hand, who breaks the kiss to stare into her eyes, to draw her into those purple pools.
"Neither have I." Her voice splits and grows, echoing around them, practically alive in its own right. It caresses Lux, surrounds her, and what would be sinister and menacing to others is lustful and inviting to her. She can feel wetness seeping from her core, the culmination of Syndra's efforts and her own, and her hands start to travel over the pale woman. They are hesitant and indecisive, skating over the curve of her ass or shoulders or breasts, but her movements stutter from insubstantial to still when a single slender finger slowly sinks into her pussy.
Lux can barely react. Her mind is starting to peel away in layers at the stimulation, but manages to catch up enough for her to moan out her lover's name as the finger draws back out, teasing, and then repeats the movement; faster, faster, until she is chanting 'Syndra, Syndra, oh, Syndra, faster, please, oh-' and it strikes upon her in a sudden moment; Syndra is pistoning two fingers in and out of her cunt, driving her to the edge, stealing kisses and twisting her nipple, but her voice spells the end.
"You have done so much for me… Let me help you, Lux. Show me your Light…" Lux's reply is made of screams and moans and whispered admissions of love, the Light shedding from her blazing in its intensity, and Syndra drinks it all in. Lux collapses and Syndra steps back, the shadows bearing her to the floor, where she lies, half-conscious. Lux's essence tastes suitably sweet. She examines Lux for a moment; she feels empowered, having brought her such pleasure. Reducing her to such a state. A smile blossoms on her face and shadows flock, lifting her from the floor and gently placing her on the bed.
A minute passes before she stirs, eyes blinking. Syndra is sitting at her feet; her eyes are burning with Dark, the room shadowed and flickering with her power. Lux giggles, slurring in the aftershock of her climax, and kisses her again; Syndra is growling now, and Lux starts to trace circles on her back and sides and breasts, twirling teasingly closer to her nipples. One of Syndra's hands darts down to Lux's sex and begins stroking it, daring, and Lux rises to the bait; one hand lunges and pinches a soft nub between her fingers, immediately twisting, pulling. The other wastes no time sliding into Syndra's slick tunnel.
The Dark woman gasps, composure slipping as the pleasure erodes her sanity, but not enough to stop her; she abandons teasing and starts rubbing at Lux's clit, trying her best to send her over the edge, to beat her. But Lux is just as stubborn, two fingers joining the first; Syndra's movements monetarily falter as she gasps, the digits stretching in a deliciously painful way. She is finished when her lover makes a daring move; her fingers grasp a nipple and twist and stretch, the other hand pinching her throbbing clit in her nails, and immediately Syndra is drowned in ecstasy. The pain feeds her, the pleasure twisting and combining to drive her over the edge. Around her, a dozen orbs wink into existence, destroying a chunk of wall and ruining the carpet.
But her hand is not so defeated easily. It doubles down on its efforts, flying, blurred, and instinctually she drips a sliver of Dark energy through her fingers; it sparks against Lux's clit, and again, and she explodes into Light once more, the two writhing in passion together, tongues dancing as it overcomes them, and then collapse onto the bed. Their chests heave, their limbs twitch, and their faces smile at each other, the star in their souls shining oh so brightly. The covers shift of their own accord, pulling up their chests, and the two embrace as the Dark temporarily wins over the Light and night falls.
The next morning, Syndra experiences something for the first time; to any normal person this would be a severely irritating and disruptive experience, but to her, is a sign of not only her personal growth, but of her budding relationship with Lux, and the effects, metaphorical and literal, it is having on her life.
Sunlight is streaming in through her window and piercing into her eyes.
At first, she doesn't realise. Her body slowly drifts into awareness, warm and comfortable and hugging something softly squishy. She nuzzles her head deeper unconsciously, and then a blinding, infinitely painful stabbing sensation attacks her eyes. Reflexively, her magic cocoons her, a layer of Dark springing up around her, glowing purple. The feeling stops, but the pain has kickstarted her brain a little and she opens her eyes. She's staring out the window; her head is resting in the crook of Lux's neck. The woman underneath her shifts and mumbles and hugs her closer, like a toy. She wants to feel annoyed, but can't. After a moment of confused staring, she lets her magic fade. The light attacks her again, but she drinks the sensation in. After a few moments, Lux wakes up. She looks concerned, but sleepy, and fixes Syndra with a soft smile. Her hand brushes stark white hair over an ear.
"Why are you crying, love?" Her voice is tender. Syndra's tears - which she only realises she now has - run with increasing intensity. She tries to voice her thoughts; the window, waking up in her arms, her smile - but it comes out in a series of babbles and sniffles. Lux kisses her forehead and pulls her close, hugging her tightly. Syndra doesn't really know when she stops crying, but when she does she feels glad. Not least because she sounded like a damn fool, but… Something in her feels better, now that her feelings are disclosed. There's no need to hide, to conceal herself. She can't think why she would ever have wanted to; besides, some emotion leaks through their connection, anyway, so it would be relatively useless.
Lux strokes her hair and hums some sort of lullaby, and Syndra feels like a child, but for a moment she forgets and is content.
The Sun moves on, leaving the room lit only by Lux. Syndra smiles again, and sits up, her hands suddenly held captive in Lux's own. They kiss, lightly, tentatively, exploring a new world. They end it staring into each other's eyes and there is a moment of connection, the star in their souls singing their love. Then Lux giggles, and though Syndra will not do so herself, she does smile warmly.
They lie there for a minute; hesitantly ogling each other, stealing kisses, unsure not of the other's reaction, but of how the world around them will react to their relationship. Syndra is still a practitioner of Dark magic, not to mention very obviously a mage. If she was to ever meet Lux's family, how would they react? Indeed, she imagines entering Demacia at all would be a severe challenge, without resorting to wholesale slaughter. She imagines that won't go down so well.
"Lux… What will your family think? Of me? Of us?" Her voice is strong, and does not waver. She is not scared of the answer. The Light mage takes a moment to consider, and her reply is much quieter, unsure, almost unwilling to voice the panful words, for fear they might come true.
"In private? Perhaps they will veil their practiced fear and hatred enough to support us. Garen will not take it lightly. I fear he has intentionally forgotten his own memories of us as children, when I could not hide my gifts, lest he consider me an abomination. Mother has always tried, in her own twisted way." Syndra is silent, until the small woman continues.
"I know you have no parents, not truly. No one you have spent your life with. Perhaps my family will love you. I hope they do." A moment of sombre silence passes, Syndra tracing her hand up and down Lux's arm. "Galio will love you, I think." They smile, Lux giggling, their memories confirming that fact.
"For now, however, I will just have to be enough, won't I?"
They explore the castle. It is, to Syndra, a whole new place. It is barely recognizable. After weeks without Sensei's influence, it had been overrun with Dark corruption. Now, light streamed through newly opened windows, birdsong filtered through the stone. She found herself before the open door; a great oaken barrier to the world outside. She reached out a hand; her magic slowly pressed against them, and they swung gently. Her mind brought up her past experience with this door; a cloud of dust and splinters and broken tree. She smiles. Sunlight fills the hall, stopping before her feet. Lux steps up next to her; her hand skates from Syndra's back along her arm and grabs at her hand, continuing her steps into the light that splashes before them. She smiles and tugs and Syndra follows, out the door and into the day.
The clearing is empty when they arrive. She had an enlightening conversation with Rikmar; apparently Queens hold court and listen to the troubles of the common folk. Whilst she imagines most monarchs do not appreciate such a duty, she looks forward to the task. Her one wish is for people to see her, and understand her. Starting tomorrow, of course; she has a promise to uphold. Rikmar also explains that most Queens have a steward or major-domo to look after affairs whilst they are indisposed. She isn't sure if he's manipulating her, but considering she has the power to turn his body to ash in moments, it doesn't concern her too much.
The great tree has grown. It has gone from unbelievably large to impossibly so; it stretches out, beyond vision. In its bows and branches and knotted holes lie countless birds, monkeys, flowers, snakes… The verdant, overgrown life spilling from every crevice inspires Syndra. Perhaps she can do good in the world, to have made this cornucopia of rampant growth. Lux twirls in a ray of sunlight, a rainbow glittering along her shoulders, giggling like a child. Syndra watches her for a minute before her reverie is broken but a familiar, droning voice.
"Lady Syndra. The time has come. Can we count on your aid in our endeavour?"
This time, he stands in the real world. He is half concealed by shadow, his legs and eyes the only visible parts… Apart from a large, floating sword, perhaps the size of a person in its own right. To her sight, it is clearly bonded intimately to him, as she and Lux are. The other two Kinkou are visually absent, but their life cannot hide from the Dark that intends to snuff it out. Lux is staring at her; she realizes that of course she hasn't met the man before.
"Syndra, who is this…? Is this why were came here?" The man seems to notice her for the first time, though that is obviously impossible; or at least she hopes so, or their legends are wildly exaggerated. Though, considering Lux's previous occupation, she imagines that it might be harder than first expected.
"Yes, Lady of Luminosity. We have requested your Empress's aid in the destruction of a threat to both worlds. The Shadow Order have erected a temple nearby, and it spreads corruption as we speak." He does not turn to look at Lux as he speaks, like a blind man, having forgotten the habit.
Syndra sees something out the corner of her eye; a flash of colour, gold, and a rustle of leaves, followed swiftly by a dark purple. Her second sight reveals two souls, glowing so brightly as to hurt her eyes, and once again, linked intrinsically. However, they are not the Kinkou… Their souls - the ninjas, that is - stand beside the strange man, hidden, still as death, dark as shadow. It is a fitting comparison, considering their opponents, and indeed, their allies.
"So what is your name? And your two friends?" Lux's voice is undeterred by the man's stilting speech.
"I am Shen. The Eye of Twilight." He says it like it means something. Lux reacts with minor shock, and a little awe. Syndra rolls her eyes at his dramatic delivery. Despite his apparent willingness to show his presence, his companions do not feel the need to imitate him. The two other Kinkou remain hidden in the foliage, and indeed, they back away further, to ensure their anonymity. Shen does not react, unsurprisingly. Lux shrugs. The two mysterious, magic-soaked figures approach, appearing out of nowhere; their cloaks blended perfectly to the leaves. One is female, and the other male, and both are carrying a bleeding corpse. Shen, without turning, addresses them.
"And who are you, Vastayan friends?" A thump as one of the bodies falls; it splatters and rolls a few feet, immediately punctured by a dozen purplish... Feathers?
"No friend of yours, traitors to the Lhotlan!" The figure, hawk-like and vicious, retorts with anger. She is crouched low, ready for a fight. Her companion is, whilst much more proud and impressive looking, far less deadly, at least in Syndra's eyes. He glances around the clearing like a child, eyes flitting, occasionally glancing into a hand mirror and smoothing an imagined errant feather. Despite his utter lack of concentration, his shining adoration for the other Vastaya is as clear as a sunrise, and just as blinding.
"Move from this land, or face our might, Shadow Fool!" This remark is directed at Syndra; the Vastayan's cloak twists up into an aggressive stance, now clearly a wing. It takes the Dark Sovereign a moment to realize this is directed at her, and frowns, snorting. Lux steps slightly closer, eyes hard. She lifts a hand, Light pouring like silk from her fingers. Rainbows dance across her knuckles, her eyes ablaze, hair glowing. This is the first time Syndra's seen her angry. She likes it.
"She is no Shadow Acolyte! We are here to destroy the Shadow Temple!" Shen shifts slightly to behold Lux in her glory. The female Vastaya backs away, hissing; her companion darts forwards a few steps, awed, zealous. The corpse he was carrying falls before him, obviously a Shadow Acolyte, head twisted all the way round to face over his shoulder. The Vastayan's cloak - wing - shimmers and ripples into a pure gold. The Light fades, leaving an angry-looking Lux behind. Syndra is tempted to take her back to the castle.
"Indeed, Xayah. We are gathered to assault the nearby Temple; Zed himself resides there. We will need all the allies we can find." Syndra glances sharply at the Kinkou leader; he already knew her name. What else does he know that Syndra doesn't...? The Lhotlan replies with an indignant snort, but the feathers she was brandishing melt into dust, vanishing. The purple glow they emit is similar to Syndra's own, but... More natural. It holds no connection to the Void.
"Rakan! Focus!" The blond Vastaya flits in a golden blur back to his love's side, for a long few seconds entirely captured by her, attention drawn, hand in hers.
"It seems the rumours are true." Shen's voice might be crippling if it wasn't so monotone. The show of magic serves its purpose; Xayah doesn't appear quite so murderous. Though that isn't saying much. The two Lhotlan clearly kept each other in check; she is driven and vengeful where he is flitting and optimistic. Their relationship is startlingly similar to her own; she glances over at Lux, who smiles and nods.
"I am not in league with the Shadow Order." Her voice is stronger than she would have imagined. Her mind is in relative turmoil, but outwardly she show no signs of this. Rakan speaks up, voice painfully jovial and sweet. Perhaps it is meant to sombre, quiet, and respectful, but his vocal cords are not built for such considerations as volume.
"Xayah, perhaps they are not so bad! Remember what the consul said? His face looked like that thing!" He points up at the trees. Everyone - bar Shen - turns to look. It is a monkey of some kind. Lux giggles. Xayah stands tall and straight, clearly too stubborn to vocalize her agreement. She and Rakan have a short conversation in their own language, with lots of hissing and extravagant gestures. Syndra turns slightly to Lux and raises an eyebrow; Lux just shrugs.
Shen's voice spears into the conversation; Syndra had forgotten he was here. He is very sneaky.
"Look around you. Omikayalan has reborn, at the hands of this Dark mage. The Green Father himself could not achieve such a feat. Though the World-Tree remains absent, his grove has flourished at her touch. Have your tribes not strived for centuries to achieve this?" The meaning is lost entirely on Syndra, but it seems to touch the Vastaya. Rakan takes a step back, visibly on the verge of tears. Xayah places a hand on his shoulder. A squirrel scampers across the ground between them, clutching an acorn that shines gold.
"He speaks sense. We are gathered here to destroy the Shadow Order temple nearby. Join us. You seem…" She trails off, glancing at Rakan, who is grinning inanely at himself in the mirror. "Like good fighters." Lux comes over and grabs Syndra's hand, her smile beaming. The Dark mage cannot help but mirror it. It is a far cuter smile than Rakan's, she decides. She wonders what Xayah would look like if she smiled. Probably menacing and angry, like all other facial expressions she possesses.
"The Shadow Order is expanding. Becoming more powerful. You will need help to eliminate them. And Zed… Will not be ruined so easily." Shen interjects once more. He is like a hovering statue of good advice and brooding dressed in purple cloth. Xayah's face swings from person to person. Rakan grasps a hand in his, smiling at her, echoing the pair of mages. Syndra isn't sure how to feel about the comparison, considering she would definitely be the Xayah of their relationship. Rakan hums a little song and nods encouragingly to Xayah, who turns to Shen and speaks, albeit with obvious reluctance.
"Fine. Ouulavaash." She spins and walks off without another word. Rakan waves at Lux, who giggles and waves back, and dives after her. They are lost to the trees in seconds. Syndra checks her nails, bored, and then speaks into the air.
"Onwards, then. To the temple." She needs no directions; the corruption seeping out of it is like a beacon, calling to her. Its song is sweet, but compared to the pyre of Lux, it is a measly spark. She casts its influence off and rises into the air imperiously. Her eyes narrow, her mouth sets into a grim line.
A part of her looks forward to the killing; letting her magic loose, run rampant without restrictions.
She isn't sure what to feel; the lust for killing is surely outweighed by the good it brings, in this case?
Lux turns to her; something flickers over her face, indecipherable, alien, and above all, terrifying.
"It's ok to want to kill. What isn't right is following those instincts. You do what you must, and no more."
Syndra stares at her; Lux's voice is strangely grave. She nods, and kisses her, and keeps going.
The Kinkou - so enigmatic, so mysterious, so downright silly - vanish within seconds. At first, Syndra had wanted to keep them in her sights; but they move quicker than belief, and Shen, the slowest, flits between worlds to compensate. Lux and Syndra trudge - or at least Lux does, as Syndra's feet never grace the earth - after them, falling behind with every step. They do not speak, though their hands cannot seem to abandon the other. But they never lose their goal; the Darkness.
They first see their enemies slumped on the floor. Some are dead, some are unconscious. It is hard to discern the cause, but it isn't hard to imagine a few purplish feathers or glinting blades. The bodies become more and more common as the taint grows; Lux gets paler, her breathing shallower. Syndra… The symbiosis scares her. The Dark corruption makes the air sweet and thick and addictive. Her form glows, wreathed in purple energy, her eyes shining. They come across a man who apparently managed to slip by unharmed. He is sitting still; surrounding him are what used to be his friends and allies.
He can hear their footsteps approaching, but isn't listening. His mind does not respond in any way. His sword lies beside him, knees pressed into the cold dirt. His head hangs, tears dripping, weak. A Light approaches from behind; it stops momentarily to judge his soul as life abandons him, and then continues, finding his soul wanting. Another form approaches, this one Dark, black and deep and kindred to his twisted fate. With the last of his waning strength, he reaches out to this spirit of death, revealing the bloody gash across his gut. He smiles as she takes his hand, her face - regal, pained, so bright - coming into focus. He closes his eyes and surrenders his soul freely, for he is done on this plane. He tried to wreak his vengeance, and all that gave him was this pitiful end as death drank his soul. Her touch is like exquisite fire, consuming, unstoppable. He can feel his life torn from his body, and then he realizes that the Light had never abandoned him; instead, it hides here, where it can live without fear. It grasps him and he gives unto it his all, this salvation hidden in the shadow of the Dark.
He knows he cannot move on, yet. He must give his due to the Dark that had delivered him to Light.
His soul shimmers and he gasps as a semblance of life returns; the world is drenched in purple.
All around him, death chokes the material world. Tears come to his ethereal eyes as he sees...
Is this what he had been doing, in the shadow temple? Spreading this... Blight? Death itself? No more.
"My Dark Lady!" The Light returns, now free to show herself. She smiles and it hurts it is so pure and bright, a banishing radiance driving back the corruption. His form wavers under her luminescence, then is reformed by his Dark Lady. He falls to his knee, finally seeing his form. A strange, wavering shimmer of rainbow, like a sheen of oil. The dark spirit glances between the two, then comes to stand before him, imperious. She gestures for him to speak. "Mistress, I swear myself to your will. Please, my work on this world is not complete... I must seek penance for the ruin I have spread!" He can feel her power, grasping him, and he smiles. Thoughts - not words, per say, but a rough concept - spear into his mind. Nodding seriously, he bows and vanishes from the material world.
Lux continues to walk, her step lighter, her load lessened. Syndra takes a moment, then floats away.
They hear the sounds of combat before they arrive; their pace slowly increasing as they get closer and closer, before breaking from the tree line and finding themselves in a clearing. The trees have been cleared in a large circle by the sheer malignant force of Dark corruption. Syndra can feel her heart begin to beat with excitement, the sheer energy flowing around her dangerously tempting. She lifts a dainty hand and snags one of the thinnest strands of magic streaming around them. Ecstasy erupts in her blood; her concentration slips and a purple spotlight turns to her, bathing the clearing in a baleful glow. She rubs her thighs together, gasping, seeking release; it would be easy to open herself fully to that overwhelming tide of Dark energy... She would be complete, finally endless powerful, strong enough to... To what?
It is this second of consideration that saves Runeterra.
Lux places her hand on Syndra's hip, which is at shoulder height. The Sovereign sharply looks down at her, then seems to gather her wits. The thoughts she'd had... The glow about her only grows as more Dark pours into her soul; only now does she see the roiling sea, tsunamis sweeping across the landscape of her mind, trying to reach the Light far above. She stamps on the rebellious magic, crushing its flow. The temple grows closer and closer, arching spires and bladed parapets, a fortification so evil and malevolent it's cliché. Syndra tuts. Lux... Dread over comes her. She can feel that familiar pressure dampening her bright nature... A fear of her own power, her own glowing love. She shrinks back; her foot goes to take that first, fatal step, and this time it is her Dark lover who supports her. Syndra brushes a hand across Lux's cheek, smiling gently. Veins of vitriolic blight spread under Syndra's skin, her visage simply terrifying; yet to Lux it only reinforces her will. She takes a step, then another, and suddenly the dread shatters, like a thin wall of glass holding her back. Chin up, back straight, determined in look and action.
More corpses litter the ground here, but the gates still lie closed. The two visualize the Kinkou leaping, pivoting, gracefully landing on the other side. The Vastaya would make it more of a show, a mid-air dance as they ascended. But Syndra will not have a petty thing like a wall stop her. She does not accommodate any demand of her, even that by physical objects. Shattering the steel bastion that is the temple gate proves laughably easy; at this nexus of Dark magic, there is more than she can consider harnessing. The metal turns into a cloud of shards, a strange singing as they burrow into rock, flesh and hard iron, quivering. It is harmonised, a profane choir, by the deranged amusement of the Sovereign.
It is a good test of her strength; both literal and mental. Harnessing such energies requires immense effort and strains the body beyond compare; often she has heard of how spirits become so powerful, by breaking their fleshy shackles. She glances at Lux; she much prefers fleshy. Inside the gateway are a dozen late-acolytes, ingloriously killed by the shrapnel. Syndra's laughter increases, a small part of her concerned, the rest likely insane with the sheer thrill of her untapped power. In the large, ringlike no-man's-land between the outer wall and the inner - smaller but sturdier - palisade, she can see their forces arrayed. It appears the Vastaya have brought allies, as a few dozen other of the animalistic people fight in tight lines while their two leaders rush and spin and dance amongst the enemy. The Kinkou are only visible by their handiwork; slit throats, burnt ground in lashes, and to Syndra's awakened eye, small tears in reality where the spirit realm bleeds through, left behind by Shen. There are hundreds, maybe thousands, of the shadow acolytes. Most are occupied with the Vastaya, who - while making a bloody carnival of their opponents - are being driven back. A cry goes up, and a full half split away to fight the Queen. Lux gulps, raising a weary hand, and Syndra waves her back. She leans forward against the air and accelerates like an arrow, soaring, a comet of annihilation. Her wake is deadly in and of itself, sending men flying. When they land, the skeletons left inside stand and attack their previous allies.
In a scant minute, her work done, laughter ringing around the impromptu graveyard, she moves to destroy those fighting against her Vastayan allies. With no time for thanks, she turns and burrows straight through the next wall, leaving a gaping, jagged hole. There are more here; tightly packed into rank and file, trained en-masse, emboldened by the souls of the dead and carrying weapons capable of severing a soul with a cut, swelled with dark beings and evil spirits, shadows that crawl and cackle.
They cannot imagine defeat, and Syndra laughs at their expectations, always one to disappoint.
