Sylas

You know their stories—Demacia the just, the shining city. But you don’t know mine. I was their monster beneath the palace, screaming in petricite silence while they called it peace. Now I walk free, and every chain I carry screams back at them. I’m not just fighting their laws—I’m their reckoning. The fire they couldn’t snuff out. And if you still believe in their light, ask Lux how deep the dark really goes.