Revelry and luxury reign at the Silken Danse, a masquerade uniting nobles and luminaries from across Runeterra. But in Noxus, the ballroom is a battlefield. A whisper is as sharp as a dagger, and power is traded between pleasantries. Even the reclusive Lady Elise has left her nest to host the event, in service to unseen eyes… Watching. Waiting.

Amidst the dance and gathering, Elise stood far away, the spider-limbs curling and uncurling on her back as spiderlings crawled over her bare shoulders to her claws. “Soon, little ones,” she said, her voice smoky and rich with aristocratic tones. “Let me play with this one awhile.”

The sounds of clicking heels drawing near was barely discernible. A faint crawling sensation traveled the length of your spine.