In that wide-angle world of chaos, Irelia was the only thing in focus.
The sky over Ionia was not blue; it was the color of bruised plums and smoke.
With a flick of her wrist, the blades hummed. They didn't just move; they blurred, slicing through the mist in a wide, panoramic arc that mirrored the horizon. The metal caught the rising sun, turning the battlefield into a kaleidoscope of lethal light.