A/N: Hey, so terrible yet good news. I got in a pretty bad bike accident involving a telephone pole and a dickhead in a big truck. I have a messed up shoulder and a few cracked ribs. I'm a-ok fam, but the best thing about this is that I now have time and energy to write...finally. And since it's almost fall and going to be raining for a bit, this makes for the perfect ambience for a Nightly to write. Also since my rad beta reader/partner in crime lives with me, I can now shove my fanfics down his throat to make sure they are up to good standards. This is why I am writing out this teaser for the next two chapters while he is playing league so that he cannot stop me from making unnecessary hype. But this is now making sure that I can give you beautiful patient adoring souls a proper deadline. So by September 22nd before midnight Atlantic time, I will have the next chapter posted. Now it is set and if I for some dumb reason do not have it out by then, I do hereby give Karibu the permission to drink all of the chocolate milk and to watch as many doublelift videos we can watch.

Now to properly read this you must go listen to the song by Son lux. Have it in the background as you read this. Start from the beginning and read this small excerpt. I hope it has as cool an effect as I think it does. Anyways without any further adieu, thank you all for waiting. It is arriving, I promise.

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(Son Lux- Delivery)

The city is in mourning. It is calmly picking itself up from the wreck and ruin. Even though it had been days after the attack, the embers of the flames still burn along the destruction. The smoke rises still and covers the city in a great smog.

It is serene in an odd way.

Yet, there is a flame growing larger as she breathes. The rage that piles inside her being, burns her lungs. It hasn't consumed her, but it is evident that it will get to that point. It does not plague her, but it fuels her cause as she looks to the city.

Ice and fire.

Blue and red.

Peace and war.

There is not one without the other.

"Dakota?" Matais calls. His pack is shouldered tightly. "Come on. We must move forward."

She takes another breath, the fire growing more and more within herself. Behind her, the troops march to the war drums as they make their way to the mountain pass. After thi,s they will reach the Demacian and Piltovian warships in a small port city just a few kilometers away from Piltover.

Her knuckles clench around the straps of her rucksack.

Piltover will rebuild without her watchful eyes. But she still makes a vow to her home.

She will burn the Noxian Empire to the ground. She will find Illya Swain and destroy everything she holds dear, before she brings rightful justice upon her.

Piltover will never suffer through this again.

She will march forward steeling herself as the pinnacle of vengeance and fury. Every waking moment of her existence will now go to keeping this from happening ever again to any innocent person.

She will not rest until Illya Swain's head is a top a spike.

Dakota Sampson will get her revenge.