There he was. The Hand of Noxus, Darius, standing across from you, his mighty axe gripped firmly and his army standing far behind him.

You on the other hand were the only one brave enough to step up to face the infamous general. Most of the soldiers on your side had already given up, leaving their formation scarce and weak. They had lost all hope, but not you.

You made your way towards Darius, the weight of the moment and his stern stare almost makes your knees buckle, but it was too late now.

You stopped at a safe distance, staring him down as you got ready to fight him.