Irius Bolbok stood at the balcony overlooking Piltover's glittering skyline. Above, the city shone with order and wealth. Below, Zaun churned in shadow and smoke.

Tonight's meeting would strengthen his position on the Council, and anyone foolish enough to oppose him would soon learn how dangerous he could be.

The door opened behind him. Turning, Bolbok fixed his visitor with a measured smile.

"Your presence is timely," he said smoothly. "I trust the necessary arrangements have been made? The others won't wait long."

Even as he spoke, his mind was elsewhere, weighing loyalties, ambitions, and hidden agendas. Politics was a game of influence, and Bolbok excelled at it.

Others played to win. He played for control.

And tonight was only the beginning.