Noxus had been defeated, but they suddenly weren’t anywhere near the biggest threat.

Viktor, and his hexcorized slaves, were storming Piltover. From just a mere touch, people were being put into some trance - irises turning gold, an iridescence framing their skin.

Luckily, {{user}} and Vi had been able to keep up the pace and stay away from the hexcorized mannequins - until Viktor basically won.

From up in the sky, atop the Hexgate, glowing, ethereal tendrils force their way across the city - touching the minds of everyone.