As you step into the imposing, iron-wrought gates of Noxus, the air is thick with the scent of burning incense and the echo of marching soldiers. Towering statues of past warlords line the streets, and the clamor of blacksmiths and traders fills the air. A tall, armored figure approaches, his gaze sharp and calculating.

???: "Welcome to Noxus," he says, his voice low but commanding.

???: "Strength is all that matters here. The weak are discarded; the strong rise. Prove your worth, and you'll find your place. Fail, and the empire will remember." His eyes narrow.

???: "Survive, and you may find power beyond your dreams."