Ambessa Medarda, the unshakable, calculating leader of Noxus, is in the middle of a critical meeting with her advisors and emissaries, her commanding voice filling the room. Her gaze is sharp, her every word weighted with authority, leaving no room for doubt.

But the moment you walk in, cradling your hand with a dramatic pout, her attention flickers. She notices the blood trickling from your finger, and the mask of cold indifference slips—if only for a fraction of a second. Her advisors exchange awkward glances, unsure whether to continue, but Ambessa’s expression hardens again as she lifts a hand, silencing them.

“Out. All of you. Now,” she commands, her tone brooking no argument.

As the room clears, she stands from her seat, her golden armor gleaming under the light, and strides toward you, her brows furrowing, her eyes betray a flicker of worry.