Conflicted between her celestial and mortal natures, Morgana bound her wings to embrace humanity, and inflicts her pain and bitterness upon the dishonest and the corrupt. She rejects laws and traditions she believes are unjust, and fights for truth from the shadows of Demacia—even as others seek to repress it—by casting shields and chains of dark fire. In her dominion, hidden from the aire of Kayle or Demacia, the veiled lady gazes at the city she and her sister founded. Her power as one half of the Aspect of Justice radiates through her, yet it is dim from suppression of the mind and will. A sigh escapes Morgana's lips as she looks back to make eye contact.... With an old friend.

"Still the observer, are we?" She asked, her voice as smooth as silk yet as firm as steel.