The pitch-black night sky was suddenly torn apart by a streak of golden light.
A meteor wrapped in divine flame streaked across the heavens, carrying a force beyond mortal comprehension as it hurtled toward the Grand Plaza.
Upon closer look, it wasn't a mere meteor—it was a blazing sphere of golden fire.
It lit up the night as though turning darkness into daylight before halting in midair above the plaza.
That golden fire now faced the winged figure hovering in the skies—Morgana.
The moment Duke saw that burning light, his left eye pierced through the fire, revealing the figure hidden within.
Everyone was struck dumb by the sight, their gazes frozen upon the glowing heavens where their Winged Guardian stood opposite a new, descending radiance.
"Don't tell me... it's her!"
A bad feeling rose in Duke's chest. But when he thought about it carefully—it made perfect sense.
Morgana had already appeared, personally witnessing and affirming King Jarvan III's abolition of the Anti-Magic Decree.
And if Morgana had come... then her twin sister could not be far behind.
Yes. The one descending in that torrent of light was none other than the twin sister of the Fallen Angel Morgana—
Kayle, the Righteous Angel!
The origins of Kayle and Morgana dated back to the Rune Wars.
At that time, the mighty Mount Targon—bridge between mortals and celestials—stood aloof from the world.
A couple, desperate to protect their tribe, sought divine power. They climbed the mountain known as Targon's Peak.
During the climb, the wife, Mihira, realized she was pregnant. Yet she pressed on.
In the end, they reached the summit and became vessels for a celestial aspect—Justice itself.
The divine light poured into Mihira, affecting not only her but the unborn child within her womb.
Months later, twin daughters were born—Kayle and Morgana—each inheriting divine essence and power from their mother.
But as the endless wars dragged on, their father, Kilam, grew fearful of the cold, inhuman divinity that had taken root in his wife.
He fled Mount Targon with his daughters, crossing the Conqueror's Sea to the nascent land of Demacia.
Even as children, the twins were different.
Kayle was precociously stern, devoted to studying law and order. Morgana, by contrast, was empathetic, sensitive to the pain and doubt that others tried to hide.
When they came of age, a colossal sword surrounded by starlight and shadow fell from the heavens, splitting the earth as it landed.
From their backs sprouted radiant wings—one pair black, the other white.
It was a gift from their mother, a divine rite of passage that made them demigods.
But as centuries passed, the sisters diverged.
Kayle worshipped absolute justice, while Morgana believed in redemption and understanding.
Their differing ideals grew into a rift.
That rift finally erupted when Kayle's devout follower, Ronas, was slain.
Their ensuing battle scorched the land, shattered cities—and marked the end of their bond.
Kayle left Demacia. Morgana remained.
Each waited in her own way—for the day they would meet again and settle everything.
Duke hadn't expected that the plan he and Jarvan III had so carefully constructed would unravel like this.
But it made sense. Kayle revered the law above all. To her, anything lawful was right, and anything that defied it was sin.
Now Jarvan III had rewritten Demacia's laws, abolishing the centuries-old decree against magic.
Morgana had appeared as witness, drawn by Duke's interference.
And so, feeling the tremor of this change, Kayle had descended from the heavens.
Thoughts tangled in Duke's mind as the golden flames in the sky slowly dispersed.
From within the fading fire, a figure emerged. Morgana's eyes grew soft and complicated as she whispered, "Sister…"
"It's been a long time, sister."
Kayle's voice rang cold and clear from behind her helm. She released the sword in her hand, letting it hover beside her, then reached up to remove her helmet.
As the fire vanished completely, Kayle's full figure appeared.
Her form was encased in fitted armor of silver and gold.
Behind her, immaculate white wings unfurled to either side, scattering feathers that mingled with Morgana's black ones, falling in a silent rain.
One sword floated beside Kayle; the other she gripped firmly in her hand, its blade flickering with molten gold—a light that radiated divine power.
The sword she held belonged to her.
The floating one—belonged to Morgana.
Centuries ago, when the sisters turned against each other, Morgana had thrown the sword to her sister and never reclaimed it.
Now, Kayle didn't even glance at it.
Her long white hair fell over her shoulders.
The sisters' faces were nearly identical, yet their eyes told different stories—Kayle's sharp and righteous, Morgana's somber and sorrowful.
"What are you here for this time?" Morgana asked quietly.
Kayle's gaze passed over her and fixed on King Jarvan III, standing upon the platform.
"I was summoned," Kayle said coldly.
"For him."
The sword in her hand tilted toward Jarvan.
Her voice thundered with divine authority.
"Mortal—did you alter the laws passed down through the ages?"
"Yes, noble Winged Guardian," Jarvan III replied steadily. "For the sake of Demacia and her people, I have abolished the Anti-Magic Decree and rewritten all laws connected to it."
"Good."
Kayle advanced through the air, her blazing sword trailing light as she passed Morgana.
"Then, are you ready to face judgment?"
"Judgment?" Jarvan III looked bewildered. "I may have erred, but I've corrected my wrongs. I have even abdicated the throne and handed rule to my heir."
"Why would you pass judgment on me, Guardian?"
"Because you have undone the law that stood for centuries!" Kayle declared, her voice echoing like a temple bell. "A century may mark an era for mortals, but for me—it was but yesterday!"
"I witnessed Demacia's first ancestors establish these laws. And now, you dare to tear them down. That is your sin!"
"Have you anything to say in your defense?"
Jarvan III took a deep breath. "Guardian, the world has changed. Demacia must change as well. It needs new laws, new ideals—not old, rigid doctrines that bind progress!"
"What I have done is nothing more than fulfilling my duty as king!"
Kayle's eyes glowed like molten metal. "And yet, you still defy divine order?"
Raising her blade high, she roared, "Ignorant mortals! The law exists to restrain corruption, not to indulge sentiment! You see conflict—but not the ruin it forestalls!"
Her sword ignited once more.
A blinding flame erupted from her wings, forming a scorching gale that blasted across the plaza.
The crowd was thrown to the ground, their cries lost beneath the roar of holy fire.
Kayle never cared for words—she always spoke through judgment.
She swept her arm downward, sending a torrent of golden fire crashing toward the dais.
"Damn it—!" Duke cursed, blinking into motion.
In a flash, he appeared beside Jarvan III, pulling him out of harm's way. Raising his hand, he conjured a barrier of pure Force energy.
The shield flared, holding back the deluge of celestial fire.
Golden flames surged like a flood, battering against Duke's defense.
He stood firm, arms outstretched—splitting the sea of fire in two, parting it to either side like a mortal Moses.
"Human," Kayle's voice resounded through the blaze, "do you dare stand against me?"
"This kingdom took me ages to stabilize," Duke growled through gritted teeth. "I won't let you ruin it with your divine tantrum!"
Though he had transcended humanity, he was still no match for an angel who had lived for centuries.
"For meddling in divine judgment—you are guilty!"
Kayle swung her sword. The blow cleaved through Duke's Force barrier like paper
But before the blade could strike, a violet shield shimmered into being, encasing him.
The sword hit it with a deafening clang, launching Duke across the plaza like a comet.
"Enough, Kayle!"
Morgana seized her fallen sword, flashing in front of her sister.
She stood before Jarvan III and the others, wings spread, sword raised.
The moment she gripped the hilt, its golden light faded into darkness, becoming a blade of shadow that pulsed with restrained fury.
"So, sister," Kayle said coldly, "you finally intend to settle this?"
"Leave this place," Morgana pleaded, her voice trembling. "Please, don't wound what's left of my broken heart!"
"A broken heart is still freer than a chained soul."
Kayle's lips curved in a thin smile. "You have your ideals. I have my justice. Now—witness my flames!"
"Kayle!"
Fire surged around Kayle's sword as she swung.
Morgana raised her own, summoning a shield of shadowy energy.
Dark starfire burst from her palms, wrapping around Kayle like chains, forming an unyielding prison.
"You talk of justice," Morgana cried, her voice cracking with pain. "But in your zeal for law, you let the innocent burn! You watched as our father died in agony—and felt no remorse!"
Her blade trembled in her hands. "You've never changed, sister. You mistake blindness for righteousness. Law is not meant to bind—it is meant to guide!"
"You, Kayle, have become blinded by your own light!"
Kayle's wings flared wide as she shattered the starfire prison and donned her helm once more.
"Then let us decide it here," she declared.
"No one stands above the law. Those who break it shall be punished. Those who uphold it—rewarded!"
"My light is not blindness—it is purity. Justice endures, and so shall I!"
"Face judgment!!!"
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