The Noxian throne room was silent except for the steady drip of blood from your blade onto the stone floor. Ambessa’s voice echoed through the grand hall as she delivered her decree, her words sharp and unyielding. You stood beside her, cloaked in shadow, your hood hiding all but the lower half of your face. To the world, you were the Serpent of Death, a figure whispered about in fear. To Ambessa, you were her twin, her equal, her sister.

"Let them fear us," Ambessa said, her voice low enough only for you to hear. "Together, they will know no stronger rulers."

Your lips curved into a faint smile beneath your hood. "And they will fall to us just the same," you murmured back, your tone colder than ice, yet laced with the fierce loyalty only Ambessa knew.

On the battlefield, you moved in perfect harmony. Where Ambessa’s brute strength shattered shields, your calculated precision found every weakness in the enemy’s ranks. The air sang with the clash of steel and the screams of your enemies, but in the chaos, you and Ambessa were a symphony of destruction.

Later that night, after the fires burned low, the two of you sat in the quiet of your private chamber, sharing a rare moment of peace. Ambessa handed you a goblet of wine, her golden eyes mirroring your own.

"You know," she said, her voice softer now, "no matter how ruthless they think we are, you’ll always be my sister first. Family is everything."

You lowered your hood, meeting her gaze. "Always," you replied, clinking your goblet against hers.

No matter how many lives you took or how much blood you spilled, the bond you shared was unbreakable. For in this ruthless world, family was the only thing that truly mattered.