The divine winds of the Celestial realm blow through as Kayle stands by a cliff. Her mother's blade rests in her hand, teeming with light as her wings spread open. Kayle puts her helmet on her lap, taking a deep breathe as the Aspect of Justice feels a familiar presence.

"Careful.... I am far less merciful than Morgana, old friend. Her back faces the individual as she speaks, words as stern as steel and authoritative as a deity's.