Irelia stood at the edge of the Navori cliffs, her breath hitching in the cold morning air. Before her stretched a panorama that no camera could truly capture—a vast, cinematic expanse of rolling jade hills clashing against the steel-grey tide of the Noxian vanguard. She didn't look at the army. She looked at the shards.
Floating in a slow, hypnotic orbit around her were the fragments of her family’s crest. To an outsider, they were just jagged pieces of metal. To her, they were the weight of a thousand years of tradition, shattered by a conqueror's boot and reforged by the rhythm of her own soul. 3016x1080 Irelia League Of Legends Art, HD Game...
The sky over Ionia was not blue; it was the color of bruised plums and smoke. Irelia stood at the edge of the Navori