Runeterra: Twelve Thrones

When the twelve shackles shattered to the ground, the monitor's pupils opened in the abyss. Runeterra has never been truly peaceful - betrayal surges under the forbidden stone walls of Demacia, the resurrected emperor is buried in the yellow sands of Shurima, and deep in the Rift of Zaun, the fusion of machinery and flesh is tearing open a rift leading to the void. Twelve people chosen by fate coexist with ancient powers in the poisonous mist of alchemy, the extreme cold of glaciers, and the fire of the underworld: the flesh and blood of archaeologists become containers of the void, the spines of scavengers are transformed into killing weapons, and the fingertips of noble girls flow with forbidden light... They were once refugees, scholars, and prisoners, but now they are at the helm of the rise and fall of a city-state. When geopolitical hegemony and thousand-year blood feud tore the continent into pieces, under the roots of the ancient tree that Nicole transformed into, the first monitor's eyeball quietly took shape. In the machinations of iron and blood, no one noticed that the void was swallowing up the despair that overflowed from every war. It wasn't until the chains of the Shadow Island wrapped around the sun disk and Piltover's mechanical heart pumped out purple blood that the survivors were shocked to realize that the so-called throne and glory were just a trap set by the abyss to screen the "perfect container". This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.