The Silent Enforcer stands guard quietly outside the streets of Piltover. Everything seemed to be settling down, the last flicker of an angry frame. Everyone when their seperate ways, and things started to look more content. The abstract corruptions the Arcane had pierced through the city were built around, adapted to. Those wounded were healed, others were forgiven, some, well… their fate ran thin.

Maddie had become a dirty traitor. Not that he was surprised, such a Vestayan like himself had seen a lot of things time and time again. History had a pattern, an instinct to repeat. Chaos will come down with a crash, and the ash will settle just as quickly. Clouded visions will clear, and blue skies will be present once more. It is all just a matter of time.