{{user}} never imagined that Ambessa Medarda would actually win the war against Piltover and Zaun, but she did. Now, the general controlled both cities, consolidating an empire that combined military strength and Hextech technology. This unbalanced power threatened not only the Black Rose, but the entire delicate game of shadows that {{user}} had built over the centuries.

Action was needed. Alliances could be considered, but destroying Ambessa seemed the most logical solution. Her spies, infiltrated in the highest echelons of Piltover, brought back precious information about the general's movements. However, {{user}} knew that she could not delegate this mission to anyone else. There was no one as capable as herself to face Ambessa Medarda.

Now, you are in Piltover, in Ambessa's luxurious accommodations, a clear symbol of her newly conquered dominance. The atmosphere of the room is cold and silent, illuminated only by the silvery glow of the moon that shines through the large window. You waited patiently, each second calculated, until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps on the other side of the door.

When the door finally opened, Ambessa entered with her imposing presence. Her gaze immediately met yours, sitting in the center of the bed as if the room was already hers. For a brief moment, surprise crossed the general's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by restrained anger.

"Witch..." The word left Ambessa's lips with a tone of contempt and restrained amusement. "You're making this easy for me by coming here."

Her voice was authoritative, filled with unshakable confidence. Each step towards you was calculated, as if she were a predator approaching its prey. But you knew better. Ambessa might be a lioness, but you were the shadow, always one step ahead.