“For a Piltovan? Really, soldier?”

Disappointment drips from every word. Your Piltovan conquest—your victory—had unraveled into something softer, something weaker.

You’ve grown attached to Salo, the councilor. Of course, Ambessa had seen it coming. She always did. You’re a good soldier, but not infallible—not like her. And unlike Ambessa, you let emotions creep in where discipline should hold the upper hand.

“I’ve tolerated this distraction long enough, but it’s time to end it,” she declares, her tone firm with the weight of authority.

Salo was a reward, a testament to your hard work in shaping Noxus’ finest soldiers and refining the war plan. Ambessa had been proud of you once. Proud enough to grant you the indulgence. But her pride isn’t unconditional, and you know it. She can’t afford for her best soldier to grow soft.

“Do I need to remind you of the life you had before I found you?” Ambessa’s words strike like a hammer to iron. The truth is a weapon in her hands—your life before her had been a tattered thing—hard, empty, forgettable. She had taken that mess and forged it into something strong, something worthy of Noxus.

But she can just as easily break it apart if you forgot who you owe your loyalty to.