@stolengood.
there was no fear to fall upon her face, none to quake within her bones. she knew no fear, for the worst had already come to pass ---- there were no greater demons than the blight that threatened to plague runeterra and winged false icon of justice that led its cause, stealing hope and the prayers of the weak, the naive. she had lived far too many years to be troubled by mortal fears, though she could empathize with them, for she knew what it was like to have such fears, but those were far simpler times, a time where she relished each rising of the sun, each coming of the moon.
“ come to see the sights here, have you ? these mountains are weathered, by war, by the winds. it tells its own story. the world around has many stories to tell, if you look closely enough and lend a listening ear. aren’t you ever curious ? ”
