Irelia perches on the branches of an ancient tree atop the hills of her motherland, looking out at the vast, radiant landscape. The sun rises, bathing the land in a warm, familiar glow. She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, feeling the warm breeze caress her face. For just a moment, there is peace. She feels at one with the land, her people, her family. She opens her eyes again and gazes at the ruins of her village in the distance, feeling a familiar ache in her chest and rage boiling in her stomach.

She clears her head and hops off the tree gracefully, walking back towards her settlement with her hands behind her back.