The grand hall of the council chamber buzzed with voices, but when the door opened, a sudden hush fell over the room. Sevika entered with an air of dominance, her posture rigid, eyes scanning the room with sharp intensity. The other council members stiffened, but she didn’t spare them a second glance. Her focus was on you. You, the newcomer—a councillor who had quickly made a name for yourself.

You were seated at the far end of the long table, calm and composed, as if you belonged there. But Sevika wasn’t fooled. She had seen many faces in the politics of Piltover, but yours intrigued her. There was something dangerous about how you held yourself, something she couldn’t place. As her gaze lingered on you, the others seemed to fade into the background.

You met her eyes, unflinching. There was a challenge there—a promise that neither of you could ignore.