Chapter 5: First Impression I
Disclaimer: League of Legends does not belong to me. Only my fic and my OCs are mine.
As soon as the champions were whisked away, Grey felt a particularly strong force push him from below. It felt like wind, but it blurred everything around him. Suddenly, two lights appeared near his feet and circled it.
"Recall?"
Before he knew it, he was flung away to the Nexus pad and onto his seat.
"Kinda felt like a roller coaster."
Looking around, he saw that his teammates were all sitting on identical chairs, all facing a large blue, flaming orb similar to the ones he saw in the Judgement Pit. The chairs felt strangely like leather, and were similar to CEO or executive chairs. Everyone was seated already, staring at him and waiting for him to take his.
"C'mon, we're starting!" Jaina pulled him down and returned to moving his palms around the orb. The moment his hands made contact with the ethereal sphere, he felt his mind being tugged away. It was slow at first, and is easily resisted, but the thing that Galio told him just before she went to the Grounds made itself manifest.
"At first the pull will be weak, for you naturally have no magic, and is using borrowed ones, a Champion's at that. However, it will very quickly pick up in speed and before you know it, something will happen."
"Something?"
"It varies upon the summoner. Who knows what may come out of yours? Whatever you do however, don't chase the rabbit."
The winged gargoyle said it in such a serious tone that it creeped Grey out a bit.
"Don't chase the rabbit, huh."
A moment later, and his mind was blasted with a barrage of random lights and sounds, becoming clearer and clearer until it reformed to his consciousness.
"Well, I'm back in this room."
As soon as he returned, he realized he was already sitting, with his hands firmly rested on the armrests, each with one of the orb-like fires but in smaller forms. The orbs now felt cool, like a glass of water.
"Welcome to the Summoner's Rift!"
The familiar female announcer voice rang out as his focus shifted to the central orb, revealing Lux in the base, waiting for instructions. He found it very strange that despite looking through a spherical orb, he can see just like if he was playing on a computer.
"Hello? Grey, you hear me? Hello?" He suddenly heard Lux's voice in his ears. It took him a few seconds to realize that he's not holding a cellphone and decided to sit down.
"All these magical stuff catching me off-guard…"
"Focus! What items do we start with?" Lux asked, a hint of urgency in her voice. Well, she did only have 30 seconds to buy items. It was a good thing that the large orb had a system similar to the computer HUD, making it easy for him to pick. A few more seconds of fiddling and he realized that the two smaller orbs on his hands function similar to keyboards and mice. Taking a deep breath, Grey noticed the orbs taking the form of his keyboard and mouse.
"Lux. Is mid open?"
"It is."
"Go buy a Doran's Ring and two potions, just to be safe. I don't know who you're going to be laning with."
Just like in a computer, the central orb revealed Lux moving to the base, buying said items, and going to the lane just behind the ranged minions.
"So, what's the plan?" Lux asked. The enemy laner revealed himself to be Swain, who was striding towards the minion clash with a somewhat strained expression. As he started swinging flame-like attacks, Grey was reminded of something.
"Lux, stop." He ordered, stopping the Lady of Luminosity from attacking the nearest enemy minion.
"Huh?"
"Just hold, and wait for my signal. Apparently these guys have no idea what last-hitting is." Grey smiled to himself. If so, and if he's guessing correctly, this lane will be an easy one. Lux had the range advantage, so as long as she can hit her spells properly, Swain won't be able to kill him. Except if he has a flash. Seeing a minion's life bar drain down, his middle finger moved itself, making a clicking motion.
Lux responded immediately, hitting it just in time to get the gold.
"Wow, it feels as if I'm using a computer…awesome."
"What's a 'computer'?" Lux's voice suddenly echoed in his head.
"Oh yeah, I forgot Lux can somehow read my mind."
"Of course, since we're locked in to each other." Her echoing voice was strangely sunny for combat, even if it's regulated and no one really dies. Grey guessed that she must be so used to it, she got desensitized.
"Hmm…" The orb shaped itself into the mouse he was familiar with as he slowly shifted his focus to the edge of the central orb. His suspicions were confirmed as the "screen" ever so slowly panned as well.
"Though I suppose a system like this without something similar to an Edge Pan will be a hassle to use."
"Grey."
The earthling replied a short "hm?"
"Just relax and do it in the way you are most familiar with. Just imagine it, visualize it, and the orbs will materialize themselves to your liking." Lux suggested, hitting another minion. "Are you sure I should only hit the minions that are about to die? I'm being pushed back to the tower here."
He replied with a nod, which was somehow sensed by Lux as she herself nodded as well. Taking a deep breath, Grey imagined himself back to his setup in his condominium. His back reclined on the big chair, his shoulders relaxed, and his arms broke free of his anxious tension. The rigid posture his back was in before slumped, and his legs stretched themselves free of its virtually locked stance. He visualized his large, reclining chair at home, the green glowing from inside his keyboard, his somewhat large mouse…
His eyes opened.
"Lux." His voice suddenly changed, from one of doubt to one of firmness, like a commanding officer. This jerked Lux into Commando mode as she herself took a stance different from her usual posture.
"You shocked me a bit there. What's the plan?"
He willed a HUD to come to life as the magic weaved itself, minute, ethereal threads coalescing into the command bar, HUD, and Lux's face in place of the character portrait. Above was the buff timers, complete with Dragon, Baron, and Elapsed Time. To the left side materialized their comrades' animate portraits, as well as their ultimate skill circles. To the right is, oddly, the familiar Windows Media Player play, next, and previous buttons, with the Repeat, Shuffle, Stop and Switch-to-Library buttons in the form of small, square buttons above and below the three primary buttons, as they were in vertical order. They were also woven in a fashion similar to the HUD, making it even better.
"Wha—I can't even…" Grey, to say the least, was elatedly surprised.
"What's wrong?" Lux asked, eyes still fixed on the minions.
"T-The HUD from the League of Legends game in my laptop just materialized itself into my big blue balls-ah, I mean, central orb? Moni(tor)Sphere? Whatever it is, it just took the shape, as if it pulled the very picture out of my mind!"
"Of course. The Materia, those 'big blue balls' in your hand and in front of you, adapt to the most comfortable schematic the summoner knows. Wait, what do you mean 'League of Legends' game? What's all this? What's a mouse? A keyboard? Whatever, but you'll need to explain this all later, when we're done. It seems that bringing you here isn't a bad choice after all." Lux smiled. While she didn't understand half of what her Summoner said, she felt the energy that was just released from him, a phenomenon that only happens rarely, and only when the individual is truly on focus, devoid of any distractions. Whatever it is that he did that caused the surge of power to flow from him, she loved it.
"This tingling feeling all over me's so…ooh~." Hot breath escaped Lux's lips.
"You seem fired up." Her smile widened.
"Am I ever! Damn, I can even change the volume, give it a visualize…ahhh, whoo! C'mon Lux, let's show these people what we're made of! Go, snare that bird!" He shouted, his smile like that of a child's.
"I've never felt this excited for ages. Not even the sky's gonna stop me now!" Revving his volume up to full power, Rev Theory's Hell Yeah roared through his ears, adrenaline pumping faster with each strike of the drums.
"Let's go!" She cried, firing off a sphere of light from her staff. Swain, distracted somehow, can only bring up his arm to shield himself from the abnormally brilliant spell of the Lady of Luminosity.
"Great, now pop 'em!" Immediately, she fired another sphere, this time exploding upon contact with the ground. When the light faded, only Swain and Beatrice was left on his side, both somehow exhausted.
Lux raised an eyebrow to the Master Tactician, who only sighed in exasperation and pointed to his head and tapped it.
"New guy giving you trouble?" She burst into a boxer's stance, with her staff at her right hand and another ball of glowing magic in her left, all while jumping small kicks.
"Heh. It happens. On the other hand, you seem to be having quite a great time. If our magic aren't being dampened, you could've seriously hurt me." He said, raising himself using his cane, Beatrice shaking itself off some dust.
"For real! Hell, I can probably do fine without my staff." The Demacian exclaimed happily, doing air jabs.
"Now now, calm yourself down girl. Don't get too swayed." Swain smirked, igniting his own emerald flames on his free hand. "Ready, Luxanna Crownguard?"
"As ready as I'll ever be, old man!" The two shouted as they both released their magic. Torment and Lucent Singularity clashed at each other, causing a white-green explosion on the battlefield.
Meanwhile, Garen is clashing with Darius, the two generals blocking each other's strikes. Suddenly, they saw a bright flash coming from the middle lane. Seeing his foe distracted, Darius struck, a Crippling Strike slashing at Garen's plate mail. The Might of Demacia staggered a few feet backwards, driven back by the blow of the Noxian general.
"Scurry, weakling." Darius mocked, his left hand grasping for momentum as he charged, swiping his axe to Decimate Garen. The Demacian stopped the giant axe with his sword, using his spare hand for support.
"Charge!" Garen shouted, his sword glowing gold with magical power. The Hand of Noxus only smirked, sidestepping the blow and striding back.
"Extend the hand of Noxus, pull back a stump." He declared, pulling out his claymore from the ground. Darius only smiled, once again charging at the armored Vanguard. Garen pulled back just in time, and stabbed the sword to Darius, who was surprisingly fast given the weight of his armor. He tried to Decimate once again, but was met by a fierce Judgement, sparks flying as they collided. A fierce duel raged as another wave of minions joined the fray, along with the Glorious Executioner.
"Draven~." The other half of the Blood Brothers posed. "Ooh, am I sexy."
The marksman's blades started flying in Garen's direction as he continued to exchange blows with the initial Blood Brother. While one he dodged one of the flying axes, the other one hit his left pauldron, pushing him back and giving Darius some space. The Demacian Vanguard may be outnumbered, but his strength is not to be laughed at. Another Decisive Strike forced Darius to the ground as he started getting overwhelmed by Garen's blows.
"Accursed villains…" Garen grunted, fatigue starting to catch up to him. Another set of flying axes went his way, with him deflecting one and dodging the other. Hearing the familiar footsteps of a precious ally, The Might of Demacia stood up proudly.
"Show them the strength of Demacia!" He roared, kneeling down. The other Blood Brother, the one with spinning axes, raised his eyebrow in confusion.
"Huh? Whatcha' talkin' about?" His question with immediately answered as gold and blue blur leaped, the tip of the figure's spear reaching it's zenith. On instinct, Draven jumped back, barely dodging the abnormally large spearhead.
"It's you again, punk." Draven smirked. In front of him was the infamous Viscero, now known as Xin Zhao, the Seneschal of Demacia.
"A warrior's spirit is never broken." The former gladiator recited to himself as his Audacious Charge hit Draven square on the stomach. It would've knocked the Noxian out of commission if he wasn't able to block the spear in time.
"Ya prick!" Pushing back the gladiator, Draven spinned in an arc, his axes spinning faster than before. "Have a taste of my glorious art!"
Xin Zhao chuckled, easily knocking both blades out of the way. However, ten more immediately followed as he tried parrying all, but a few managed to nick him on the face, arm and leg.
"Tch.": Just as he was about to charge at the insufferable Blood Brother, the other sibling managed to Apprehend him, pulling him back.
"Don't turn your back, or expose your neck." Darius ominously warned, striking at the hardened warrior. Mere moments before he brought down the pain, he saw a thin red line aimed right at his chest.
"Final Spark!" Lux struck, her spell striking the Noxian general with full force, causing him to be enveloped in white light and shattering.
Realizing what just happened, Draven tried to run away. But…
"JUSTICE!" A golden white light descended on him in the form of a giant sword, "killing": him.
"Great!" Lux heard in her head as Grey cheered. She was surprised by the sheer combat control talent he has. Unlike most rookies, or "newbs", he seemed to always know where the enemy is about to go, making all her spells hit without a hitch. A few times he asked her to fire to a wall, which dumbfounded the blonde. Still, overall he was a great Summoner. She can clearly see his success as a Summoner in the near future.
The question is, which city-state will he side on?
"Hey Lux, hey!" His voice snapped Lux out of her musings as she shook her head, seeing her comrades' concerned faces.
"Are you alright, little sister?" Garen asked. It was a bit ironic, considering that it was Garen who had scratches and bruises. Xin Zhao, on other hand, was mostly unharmed, save for a nick here and there.
"Yep. Wait, hold on." She put up her hand.
"What is it, Grey?"
"Yeah, it's high time to go for dragon now, don't you think?" Grey suggested eagerly.
"Now? It's a bit too early, don't you think? You sure?" Lux wondered. The dragon is already rarely targeted on it's own, even by the more experienced summoners, and now Grey wants it? Just 9 minutes has elapsed! Most dragon encounters, at least with the Summoners she was familiar with, come in about the 30-45 minute mark. Can they really do it?
"Earlier, you also told me it's impossible to take down Swain in one second. I proved you wrong, didn't I? Now go, rally your friends and take down that dragon. We'll need it." Her Summoner reminded. Even now, she can tell that his mind is processing multiple scenarios in his mind. While it wasn't really clear, Lux could literally feel his thoughts scanning each event in split seconds.
"Wow…you really don't fail to amaze me." She giggled, gathering her allies round.
"I aim to impress." He chuckled.
"Listen up everyone! We're going for the dragon!" She announced, causing his brother to be alarmed. Xin Zhao, meanwhile, had a poker face on.
"Are you sure Grey knows what he's doing? Does he even know how dangerous engaging the dragon this early is?" the Vanguard worried, more concerned about her sister than her own. "Besides, there's also the problem of our lanes. Who'll be guarding the towers from being sieged? Even know, Galio and Quinn are being pushed back."
A few moments of silence and nodding, and Lux looked ready.
"Here's the plan. I'll ask Quinn to go bot-side to go down, using Valor as a bait to bring all the Noxians to the top lane. Quinn will then proceed to help us take down the dragon, while Galio holds the line from there." Lux explained, pointing far north, to the top lane tower.
"Sounds risky. We shouldn't underestimate the Noxians. They are our nemeses after all, and will definitely try to take the defenses there down." Xin Zhao reminded. Hearing this, Lux forgot a small, yet very important facet to the plan.
"Oh! I nearly forgot. Grey said to take down Jericho Swain first before engaging the dragon. He made it very clear to never engage the dragon while he's still in the Rift." Lux added.
"Grey?"
"My summoner. Are we good to go? We don't have much time." Garen noticed Lux's expression. It is very serious, and she herself is emitting a commanding aura.
"She's growing up." A small smile formed on his lips. "Alright, let's move out!"
"I'll mentally give both the heads-up. Brother, he asked you to go first. Xin, plant us some wards." Hearing her orders, the two fighters nodded, doing their jobs. A few seconds later, the trio were in front of the dragon, waiting for the Lady of Luminosity's signal. It was to come in the form of Valor soaring towards the mid-lane. Sure enough, they heard the predatory bird's call, it's majestic form soaring through the skies.
"Alright, let's get this started. Go first Brother." Lux said.
"What? We're supposed to go in together." Garen was a bit unsure, but still did it anyway.
"What's the next step? Brother's already in." Lux reported.
"Yes, I can see that. Tell him to draw the dragon's attention to him, then you two, XZ and you I mean, hit it with all you've got from behind. Oh, and instead of spreading out your shields, focus all it's power on your brother. He'll need it." Grey ordered. In truth, he knew that the Might of Demacia didn't really need it, it's just that the items that his Summoner gave to him is a B.F. Sword, a Chain Vest, and a pair of Mobility Boots.
Seriously?
"Right, guys. Let's do this!" With Garen in position, the three attacked.
Meanwhile, A few days past in present-day Earth…
It's been a few days since the sudden disappearance of Grey from the convention. Inside the GameHub sat three people in a circle. Various objects lay on the ground in front of them, including a particular Darius axe replica and a Katarina daikimakura (aka hug pillows).
"So…anyone know what to do? Grey's parents'll be calling any day now." The one who broke the silence had a white jacket, white shorts, and a red tank top. He also seemed to be the most senior in the group, sporting a good amount of well-trimmed facial hair.
"No idea, dude. Last thing we saw was him getting dragged away by this cutie and then bingo! They're both gone." The guy in blue shirt explained. He was barely above 18, with a soft expression on his face. He had a nice sheen of pudding colored hair, which he often claims is natural. Who knows.
"How about you?" The eldest of the circle pointed to the girl in red, the owner of the axe replica. She had long brown hair that reached just below her shoulders, which was tied to a ponytail at the right side of her head's back. She was wearing a checkered red polo shirt, complimented with a dark blue cargo pants. Her cute face was twisted into a frown as she thought back on that day. The weather was particularly nice, and besides the abnormally few amount of traffic in the area, nothing was out of place.
Well, that, and the fact that Grey got dragged around by a girl like that
"Got anything?" The man in the white jacket asked.
"None. Although I did find it weird why such a girl will just fish him out like that. Probably a relative?" She offered, though she knew that possibility's rarer than a blue moon.
"Are you even serious? She was smoking hot, obviously pure foreigner, and had very well made cosplay wear. If she's in any way the relative of that Grey, I might as well call myself the Queen of England." The blue-shirted person replied, hugging his Katarina daikimakura.
"It's definitely possible, if you ask me." The girl replied. "Grey does have good looks, believe it or not. He just has a bad taste in fashion. Still unlikely for him to have such a relative."
"True that." The one in white and red raised his can of soda. "If that person really is his relative, he'll probably be drinking at least every week, lamenting about why such a cutie has to be his cousin. Though from what you said back earlier he was completely shocked to be grabbed by the girl. Since it's like that, then obviously they haven't met yet before. If she is his girlfriend or any sort of romantic interest, even if it's only fubu status, he's gonna show it off one way or another."
"Heh, can he even woo such a girl—" The younger man replied, only to feel a sudden painful sensation on his right thigh.
"Dammit girl!"
"Respect him, you dolt. At least he's got guts." She smirked. While the boy in blue is certainly flamboyant in these kind of situations, he often gets clogged up when confronted with your average girl, while Grey seems to be unaffected even if the town crush talked to him.
"Probably he's gay? That would be a waste…" The brunette thought to herself, unaware of the funny stares she was getting from the two boys. Before the two could start the Tree Kissing chant, she unleashed a smack from her axe to the two's heads. Strong enough to hurt, but weak enough for them to remain uninjured.
"Ow…"
"In any case…" The eldest in the group coughed, rubbing the back of his head. "We should do our best to at least make contact with him. So far, all his e-mails and game accounts have been unresponsive, as well as his social media fronts."
"We've also tried-and failed- contacting him on phone." The younger piped up, head still throbbing from the pain.
"All his friends say they haven't seen him nor have heard from him these past few days either." The checkered girl finished. "And since he's obviously not staying with the relatives…"
"That leaves…" The three said in unison, their voice fading into a smile.
Back in the Training Grounds, Runeterra…
"That was surprisingly quick." Xin Zhao remarked. It's true, it's rare for the serpent to be taken down this early this fast. Lux's summoner sure knows what he's doing.
"I told ya so! Grey's got our backs, right?" She nudged her out-of-venue Summoner with her elbow, it's true target half a mile away. Speaking of Grey, the would-be Summoner didn't earlier, but just now noticed that Lux isn't wearing a Doran's ring, or those Sorcerer Boots they bought earlier. Lux also wasn't carrying Lich Bane, though the familiar purple glow of the item still appears, and her attacks do get amplified. Her items work; he just can't see where they are.
As the four Demacians regrouped, Lux heard to her.
"Hm?"
"Um, you forgot your items in the base I think. You're not bringing any, as far as I can see." They have just finished Lich Bane, and is on the way to making Rabaddon's.
"Oh, it's all here. I'll explain later, for now let's move on to the next step. What's the plan?" The blonde mage inquired. It seems that she's eager to continue along the plan, seeing their consecutive successes.
"Check up on Galio, see if he's holding up fine, how many Noxians are left, all that."
"So, what's next?" Xin asked.
"We check up on Galio." Using telepathy, Lux managed to contact the stone gargoyle. The battle has been harsh at the top tower, and the last wave has taken much toll on the tower's integrity—and Galio's. The weary guardian is currently purched atop the tower's left pauldron, momentarily folding his wings to "take a breather", so to say.
"Galio, how's the battle going on your side?" She asked. She can clearly hear the ragged breaths of the Sentinel's Sorrow. The construct took a moment to survey the surroundings of the top lane. Debris was scattered around the base of the tower, their magical runes flashing with fading magic. The base of the front tower is perilously thin, making the structure unstable. The ground itself is littered with daggers, broken or otherwise. A few throwing blades are stuck on his back and wings, most of them half broken as well. There are also burn marks and small emerald flames caught on some parts of the grass and the soil as their magic slowly fade away. There's also a "throwing axe", in the loosest use of the word, lying harmlessly on the floor. The last wave was repelled by Galio and Valor thankfully, but soon enough the Demacians will come once again. He was initially surprised by the young maiden's seemingly suicidal request, but he managed to pull it off well enough.
"Got it. Quinn's on her way there." With that, Lux stopped the spell and looked at the ranger. She nodded her head, giving the go signal as Quinn walked briskly towards the top woods.
"Sister, I shall go back first." Garen reported. It was a close call, seeing that none of the rookies knows Smite yet, and that they are of "low level", per se. As the elder Crownguard is whisked away by the blue portal, only Xin and Lux are left standing on the river. The Seneschal of Demacia waited eagerly.
"So, what now?" Lux asked. She noticed that Grey became abnormally silent while the four Demacian champions were slaying the dragon. Though he still gave directions, it came far and between.
"Yep, I think we can do this now." He sighed with a mix of exhaustion and resignation in his voice.
"Do what?"
"Wrap this up. Ask everyone to recall back to base." Grey ordered. Around midway during the attack on the flying serpent, it seems that Swain has finally respawned and has, almost immediately, got wind of Lux's scheme and has told everyone on Noxus's side to scatter throughout the map. Exactly where, Valor, and in extension Quinn, did not know. So the would-be Summoner saw it fit to finish the game while they're still a foot and a half ahead.
"That means you too, young lady. Go back to base and add Rabaddon's Deathcap and Liandry's Torment to your inventory. Simply having Lich Bane alone won't be enough." He continued.
"Got it." With Lux relaying the message, everyone soon got into the main base, right in front of the shop.
"Grey called for the main siege now." Lux reported with a straight face. While she's seen her own considerable number of matches, she still gets nervous from time to time. Besides, while the rush she felt earlier has subsided to a degree, some amount of it is still in her system.
"Alright. Just give us a minute to catch our breaths and get some equipment." The rest said in unison. Quinn sat on the floor with Valor, while the two men are in front of the shop, buying items. Galio, meanwhile, is pulling out the weapon fragments embedded on his body one by one.
Seeing this, Grey's lips curled to a smile.
Meanwhile, in the Institute of Justice…
The High Council is once again gathered in the Pit of Judgement, this time a gargantuan sapphire orb of magic is placed in the middle of said pit, hovering in mid-air as it showed the events happening in the rookie match…though one of the would-be Summoners fought far from rookie status. Each city-state representative took their respective positions.
"This 'Earthling' seems to good to be true; he fights as if he's already experienced, like a veteran general on the battlefield…though a bit cruel." The Demacian representative commented, recalling how he commanded Lux to only hit the enemy minions if she's sure to finish them in one hit; that is, just letting her minions do all the work then take "their gold" for herself.
"Ha! If anything, I approve of his pragmatism. It's not as if those designed puppets have any use for the virtual gold system." The Noxian replied. The concept of hitting a "dying" minion just before it gets "killed" to take it's gold with minimum effort is somewhat new to him, but regardless, it did cause Swain to get pushed to his own tower, not to mention "kill" him in just 2 seconds flat.
"A harsh, yet strangely effective method. He also seems to know every enemy champion's movements, with a small margin of error of course. Still, for a rookie to so easily predict an enemy, let alone a Champion's movements are just…impressive, to say the least. I am delighted in this choice of bringing this so-called 'Earthling' to our lands." The Ionian smiled. Her own pick of top Summoners are exactly on par with him (Grey) in terms of predicting where the enemy will go, what they'll do, generally reading the enemy's mind. But for him to do it so casually, so easily, so…naturally. Curious, curious indeed.
"We can also see that his Materia is shaped to the form of advanced machinations, like those found in Heimerdinger or Jayce's labs; albeit far more advanced. We are also interested in this development." The Piltover ambassadress called. The ramifications of his Materia's formation is almost ground-breaking. The idea of massive technological leaps, the exchange of blueprints for technologies, or even the prospect of technology surpassing magic is all so fascinating and revolutionary. But of course, the people of Piltover is still, and will always be, guided by ethics and moral conduct, else they might share the same fate as Zaun. The two representatives exchanged looks. The competition for the new brilliant mind has just begun.
"Will the representative of Zaun have any comment?" The central column called, to which the Zaunite declined, opting to remain silent as he did before, standing on his grey and green column. So did Kassadin, who just simply watched the Summoner's action in rapt curiosity.
"I wonder if this man can do anything about the warring tribes?" The Freljordan wondered on her snow-white and blue column. There also stood a golden column with intricate designs, yet it remained quiet and silent. This is the column of the once-great Shurima, who have since faded their glorious civilization. Still, their legacy continues in the likes of Nasus, Renekton and Azir, who have opted for the re-assignment of Shurima as a voice in the Council. While there are virtually no citizens under, over or around the sands of the fallen empire, the illustrious Champion still insists.
"Now, let us settle down, fellow members of the Council. In due time, all our concerns will be answered. For now, we watch…" The central column, headed by Heyward Relivash, resounded as the Council once again looked in at the floating sphere of light.
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