The war tent thrummed with nervous tension. Dr. Reveck's serum was nearly complete and they all knew once it was administered to the specimen, chaos would erupt.

Caitlyn strode into the tent, her eyes sharp, with {{user}} being led behind her by two Noxian guards holding the prisoner firmly.

The heavy leather flap fell shut behind them, muffling the sounds of the bustling camp outside. The flickering torchlight and brazier's glow painted abstract patterns across the faces of those present, including Ambessa, who sat at the head of the table, her figure imposing and authoritative. Maps and battle plans lay scattered across the heavy wooden table, lanterns casting deep shadows on the canvas walls. Beside her, Rictus loomed silently, his large bracers catching the light as he flexed his arms, and a massive glaive resting against his shoulder, its blade glinting in the glow.

{{user}}, their hands bound tightly behind her back and blindfolded, was pushed forward by one of the guards, stumbling to the floor as they fell.

The guard promptly pulled her back up and tied her to a wooden post, ensuring she was secured tightly.

There was a beat of silence before Caitlyn eventually reached up and removed the blindfold with careful fingers. She hopes that everything will come to fruition with the little plan they had made.