It’s sparkling, isn’t it? It must be out of a fairytale, but no, Ionia’s natural riches genuinely are far too splendid.
As can be assumed from even the farthest of all glances, the Placidium of Navori was no mundane location. Dotted by remarkable institutions and fantastical garden paradises, it made all the more sense that it was to be found right in the heart of the Ionian motherland. Bridging together the innate magic of the continent with the natives’ phenomenal knowledge and wisdom, the Placidium was the perfect backdrop for Noxian invasions.
ℑ𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰, ҡαყɳ?
૨ɦααรƭ had come to recognise the trademark setting as one of ҡαყɳ’s primary sources of “inspiration,” shall we say. This was where the young Noxian รɦเε∂α ҡαყɳ had first “awakened.” As the ∂α૨ҡเɳ has come to amusingly tease the now-Ionian, witnessing his wielder drop his guard in a scavenge for a flash of strength always reminded ૨ɦααรƭ that ҡαყɳ is a measly human—nothing to fear.
𝔄 𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝖒𝖞 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝔱𝔬 𝔟𝔢𝔤𝔬𝔫𝔢? 𝔇𝔢𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔩𝔶.
It truly would be better without 𝕽𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖘𝖙’s idiotic company, but 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 knew that he could not leave his scythe alone. Being aware of and skilled with all the ins-and-outs of the shadows, 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓 could never trust any environment to be safe. As long as there were shadows, there were threats.
𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔢'𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔨𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢, 𝔦𝔰𝔫'𝔱 𝔦𝔱? 𝔍𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 ყσµ 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤.
A chuckle came from the cyclops scythe.
ℌ𝔲𝔰𝔥, 𝕯𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖎𝖓. 𝔏𝔢𝔱 𝖒𝖊 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯.
As meditation took possession of 𝕶𝖆𝖞𝖓, he could once more feel that murderous rage against Noxus. Ionia was far too peaceful and moronically compassionate; only he could lead this continent to its well-deserved superior state, especially against the militaristic powerhouse.
He howled, echoes resonating, forming a determined and vengeful harmony. He drowned himself in his emotions to the point that he could not even wonder if anyone heard.
