The air crackled with tension as Ahri darted through the smoke and chaos of the battlefield, her nine ethereal tails fanning out behind her like a vibrant, shimmering veil. She moved with the grace of a dancer, weaving effortlessly between the twisted ruins of a once-peaceful village, now reduced to ash and rubble by the relentless advance of the Noxian forces.

A squad of Noxian soldiers charged forward, their armor gleaming menacingly under the dim light of a waning sun. Ahri’s heart raced, but it was not fear that fueled her; it was the fire of determination. With a flick of her wrist, she summoned her magic, conjuring a sphere of azure energy that pulsed with raw power.

“Foolish mortals,” she called, her voice lilting yet laced with danger. “You tread on sacred ground!”

With a swift motion, she hurled the orb into the throng of soldiers, where it detonated with a brilliant flash,