- The past year had come and gone with a quickness that many hadn't expected to happen with all that was going on in the world of Runeterra now. With the rebellion forming to go against the league, alongside the various attacks they had made upon the league and cities allied with the league. It was a hectic year, but it had come and past already, leading into another year of war and death between the opposing factions. Not all people minded the action, like one Zed; the assassin who wielded shadows in combat. He appreciated the war and conflict that was caused by the rebellion being formed. Being a man who craved power and control it was nice to be in control of himself for once as opposed to in the league where summoners controlled his actions and limited his strength in order to "have fun" with friends. It was an annoying prospect to the armor-clad man, being used to settle scores or just used as a sport to watch amongst friends and people. So when Vi made the rebellion and he'd heard about it, he jumped on the chance to join it; on the chance to finally be able to do what he wanted with his powers with little to no repercussion. Despite this he knew he had to keep his bloodlust and hatred in check, since it could potentially lead to him being confined within the League, never allowed to see the light of day or the green of the grass; not that he paid any mind to the two things. Giving a dark chuckle to himself Zed looked around the place he was currently staying, his glowing red eyes taking in the home he was staying in while in Piltover.
It was a modest place, not too large yet not too small; just right for the man who spent most of his life hidden in caves or dojo's with his students. If Zed knew the meaning of the word nice, it would probably used to described his current residence. Sadly he didn't, so it was merely adequate to him; a place to stay while there was no combat going on around the world. Standing up from his sitting position in a small chair within the home, the armor-clad man walked over to the door leading out into the city of Piltover, pushing it open slowly before stepping
