From Darkness to Light

“Mel?” Jayce’s voice full of fragile hope shook, taking in the woman he once loved seated before him on a stone throne. A hooded cloak of traditional Noxian colors of red, gold, and black masked most of her form.Mel transferred Ambessa’s mask from her lap to her throne’s armrest, freeing herself to press up from the seat and cautiously advance towards Jayce. Halfway there she paused to pull the hood off her head and hold her ground, eventually asking, “What the hell are you doing here?”