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The sky has fractured, the earth has ruptured, and the battle for Douxel Vale comes down to a bitter, muddy clash of wills.
With the crash of the Dracolich shattering the terrain and the frantic, desperate magical tides reshaping the battlefield, the Noxus river has burst its banks. The main camp has flooded and is completely submerged under feet of rushing, churning water. Skeletons and lesser undead are scrambling, losing their footing and short-circuiting in the sudden torrent, their dry bones heavy and useless in the depths.
The Advantage of the Swamp
But where the Army of Rot falters, Chandalen is reborn. Empowered by his connection to the wild, his alliance with the Lizardfolk, and a natural affinity for the watery environment, he moves through the deluge with terrifying grace. The flooded vale isn't a graveyard to him—it is a hunting ground.
Standing amidst the floating debris of the longhouses, Lady Lirielle holds her ground, her necrotic armor dripping with cold river water, her eyes blazing with fury as her legions wash away around her. She has commanded empires, but she has never fought a tide like this.
As Chandalen closes the distance, the question hangs over the drowning valley: Will his mastery of the elements and the fierce fire of his allies allow him to overcome the cold malice of the Undead Paladin, or will the darkness of Douxel Vale claim one more hero, turning him into the very monster he came to destroy?