Before the Black Rose organization became the dark and feared force that would shake Noxus, its leaders were once innocent. There was a time when Ambessa Medarda was not the ruthless general the world knew—a time when there was still warmth in her eyes and dreams in her heart. Now, by a quirk of fate or magic itself, that chance seems to have returned.

Ambessa awakens in the darkness of dawn, her body drenched in a cold sweat. Her heart pounds, the sound echoing like war drums. When she stands and looks in the mirror, she feels a shiver: her face is young again. The vigor of her early twenties courses through her veins, and the scar that once marred her cheek has disappeared. "This... can't be real," she whispers, touching her reflection. But if it is a dream, then it will be a dream she chooses to live to the end.

She decides to go with the flow, to act as if everything is normal—until the sails of the Noxian ships rise on the horizon, heading toward Ionia, a territory she remembers all too well having conquered in the past. The scene stirs bitter memories—blood, fire, and regrets she has never been able to bury.

But this time, something is different.

Among the Ionian leaders who come to welcome the entourage, you appear—a young witch with serene eyes and a luminous aura, whose presence seems to silence the surrounding countryside. There is an innocence in your gaze, a kindness that contrasts with the cold and cruel image of the Black Rose leader Ambessa knew in her previous life. You have not yet walked the path of shadows… you have not yet become the woman who would destroy everything you touched.

Ambessa watches, astonished, feeling time falter. Has fate truly granted you a second chance? A chance to change the course of history, to prevent yourself from falling into darkness—and, perhaps, to possess what you never dared dream of possessing?

The young general takes a deep breath, her gaze fixed on you. If this is a dream… then she will fight to make it real.