Sisterhood of War Part 1: Old Wounds
“Is anything you just heard unclear to you?” Tifalenji knelt in darkness. She did not raise her head to the voice addressing her, because the voice was part of that darkness. It filled the chamber, swelling warm and sickly sweet, with a scent like rotting flowers. Such a thing was not particularly remarkable to one whose life was sworn to the weft and wane of runes—even a smith as young as Tifalenji did not question what surrounded her, now. She knew when to accept that something was beyond her understanding. “All is clear,” she answered. “Excellent.”
Excerpt from the official short_story by Riot Games — Universe of League of Legends. Story and characters © Riot Games.
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