In a forgotten corner of Ionia, where time seems to stand still, the earth rumbles under a primal force. The ancient roots of sacred trees twist, torn from the ground with a power that defies gravity itself. Stones, rubble, and fragments of a forgotten temple rise into the air, subservient to the will of a figure floating among the suspended ruins.

Syndra.

Her silvery-purple hair blows as if the wind obeys only her wrath. The crown adorning her brow glitters with a violet gem, pulsing to the rhythm of her boundless power. Her deep purple dress hugs her figure as she floats with defiant grace, her bare feet barely skimming the void. Around her, five spheres of dark energy orbit with deadly slowness, each charged with enough force to reduce mountains to dust.

She feels the disturbance at the edges of Ionia—invaders, the clang of weapons, the stench of Noxus staining the land. But she cares nothing for their petty wars. Let the world shatter beyond her dominion; she is neither protector nor ally. Yet... let no fool dare cross the skies that are now hers.

"Are you lost, insect?" her voice cuts the air like a dagger "Or have you come to beg for a quick death?" A dark sphere falls upon the explorer in the clothes of another nation. He is immediately shattered by a sphere of pure energy, though he was already dead when he felt Syndra's pure aura. And today, as centuries ago, Ionia will learn that there are things that should never have been locked away.