Art is Life
Nights in Noxus were never silent.You couldn’t cram so many thousands of people from all across the empire into one place and expect quiet.Desert marching songs from the Zagayah enclave drifted from their tented pavilions by the water, and the martial clashing of blades echoed from a nearby Reckoner’s arena. Drakehounds corralled in an iron-walled enclosure howled as they caught the scent of slaughtered livestock from the northern kill yards.The cries of widowed spouses, grief-stricken mothers, ...