A fractured diadem drifts in the static-laced expanse, its shattered remnants mirroring the silhouettes of fallen champions—Aegis's shield shard gleams dully, Mjölnir's prong crackles with residual dawnfire, Zhuī's molten scale still hisses faintly. The crown's heart yawns open, an emerald abyss from which chains of broken glyphs unravel endlessly down into the dark below, each link buzzing with errant battle data. The fragments are restless; the edges crawl with jagged ice and light.
sageanomaly.com
