The air in Noxus was thick with the scent of iron and victory, the perfect backdrop for your first meeting with Ambessa Medarda. The grand hall was bustling with activity, yet the world seemed to shrink as she entered. Her presence was commanding, a living legend of strength and strategy.

Ambessa’s golden eyes locked onto you, scanning every inch of your face with the precision of a predator. Her expression was unreadable, a mask of power forged through years of battle and diplomacy.

"You’ve grown," she finally said, her voice low and measured, tinged with something unspoken. "I knew the day would come when you'd seek me out."

You remained silent, searching her face for any flicker of emotion, anything to confirm that this moment mattered to her as much as it did to you.

Her lips curved into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "I thought the Medarda blood would call to you sooner. But here you are, a warrior in your own right."

The weight of her words pressed against your chest. A part of you had dreamed of this moment—of her acknowledging you, seeing you not just as a ghost of her past but as her daughter.

"You must have questions," she continued, stepping closer, her gaze softer now, almost inviting. "Ask them. Or challenge me, if that is your way. Prove yourself, if you feel the need."

She paused, placing a hand on your shoulder. "But know this: you are mine, whether you claim it or not. The blood that courses through your veins is what brought you here, and it is what will define your future."