The papers in your hand were neatly organized, each one carrying the weight of Piltover's future. You stood before the council table, clearing your throat to address the gathered minds. The topic was vital, controversial, and you could feel the gravity of the moment.

You opened your mouth to speak—but then the world shattered.

The explosion tore through the chamber, obliterating the grand council room in an instant. The heavy stone walls fractured like brittle glass, raining debris as a deafening roar swallowed your words. Time slowed, fragments of the table and scattered documents floating in a surreal, chaotic ballet.

Silence. A choking, oppressive silence, broken only by the hiss of settling dust and the groan of weakened stone.

The aftermath was a blur of panicked voices and hurried movement. "Quickly, quickly!" someone shouted, urgency slicing through the heavy air. "Be careful!" echoed another, their tone tight with restrained fear. Enforcers stormed the ruins, sifting through the rubble, searching for survivors.

Ambessa Medarda’s commanding presence cut through the chaos. She moved swiftly, her expression an unyielding mask of control. She pushed aside an Enforcer as she reached Mel, her hands steady as she checked for injuries. Nearby, Jayce lingered.

"Lift it—now!" Ambessa barked as they reached a collapsed section of the council table.

Beneath the rubble, the remnants of your sanctuary—a mere sliver of space under the shattered table—had spared you from the full force of the blast. Your breath came in shallow, dust-clogged gasps. Heavy hands gripped yours as an Enforcer whispered a steady reassurance, "You're safe. Stay with us." the Enforcers in shifting the massive stone just enough to expose your battered form. Your eyes, bloodshot and wide with shock, met hers. Your lips cracked, and your body trembled under the weight of survival.

"Stay still," she instructed, a steady hand cradling your head while the Enforcers prepared to fully lift the slab.