Crow's Words and Flowers (League of Legends Synopsis)

After a bout of dizziness, Katerina found herself in the heart of a giant black rose. Looking up, she saw that beyond the flower was a vast night sky, as if she had long left the forbidden forest, traversed time and space, and arrived in another universe for this meeting. "Wel-come, wel-come," a woman's voice came from behind her. Katerina turned and saw a throne made of stamens. A woman, dressed scantily yet exuding regal grace, reclined with her left hand propping her head, while her right hand caressed the head of a young sorceress, whose upper body was tightly bound, sitting below the throne. Upon closer inspection, it was the same young sorceress Katerina had thrown in earlier. "You've truly given me a surprise. You even brought me a delicacy before coming in," the regal woman said, rising and removing the leather gag from the young sorceress's mouth, taking out the black silk material within. "I never expected the eldest daughter of the Du family to be willing to act as Swain's envoy to see me. But I believe you understand very well why Swain himself dares not come," the woman said, conjuring a red gag with a flick of her hand. "So, spare your breath," she added, then placed the gag in the young sorceress's mouth and tied a knot tightly behind her head. "Since your informant has told you everything, you might as well let me get lost in the forbidden forest forever," Katerina said, drawing a knife from her waist and throwing it. It landed precisely on the knot of the cloth binding the young sorceress's waist, and the binding loosened, sliding off the sorceress's body. "But now I stand in the heart of the black rose, which means you have selectively let go of some of the hatred in your heart." "But some things cannot be forgotten," the young sorceress, now free, tried to massage her bound joints, only to be immediately ensnared by a golden chain. "They will be remembered so vividly it's etched in my soul—" the woman added fiercely, her hand tightening the golden chain in resonance with her emotional surge. "Mmmph! Mmmph! Mmmph!" With a sudden contraction, the young sorceress moaned in pain. Katerina hesitated, wanting to speak but holding back. Though she lacked the seasoned life experience of Swain or the woman before her, she knew that when facing someone in emotional turmoil, silence could be the most potent weapon. After a moment of contemplation, the woman rose and magically tossed the young sorceress at Katerina's feet. "I grant you this." Katerina looked at the young sorceress lying beside her, bound by chains. Although she was still moaning softly, Katerina could tell that the chains' constricting force had lessened with the woman's emotional fluctuations. Regardless of whether the woman's agreement was genuine, Katerina had, on the surface, achieved her objective. However, Katerina had a personal matter to attend to. With this thought, Katerina leaned down, grasped the head of the chain, and lifted the sorceress along with it. "Mmmph!" The chains, which had slightly loosened, tightened immediately as Katerina lifted them, digging into the young sorceress's flesh. "We share a common goal, don't we?" Katerina then produced a brand-new feather from her embrace and offered it to the woman.

"Does it hurt?" the woman asked, her tone a blend of concern and arrogance. Before Katarina could reply, the woman interrupted, "Just a reminder of your insignificance." As she spoke, chains materialized from an unseen direction, wrapping around Katarina's shoulders and waist, lifting her up. "It's been a while, please allow me to introduce myself. I am LeBlanc. You must know me, my name is simple, without the prefixes or epithets whispered about me." With that, LeBlanc gestured at the door. The black roses adorning it dissolved into falling leaves, revealing a bare iron gate. "Judging by the tattered feathers, Swain is begging me to cause some minor disruptions on the battlefield in Ionia. However, the quality of these feathers suggests Swain has spared no expense to contact me, even going so far as to use the daughter of a former general as a conduit." Just as Katarina was about to question her, she recalled LeBlanc's earlier display of power and decided to hold her tongue, following LeBlanc obediently through the iron gate. Inside the iron gate, the scent of roses intensified, almost suffocating Katarina. Yet, the scene before her successfully diverted her attention. The floor of the small room was littered with broken ropes, torn stockings of various colors, shredded cloth strips, a gnawed gag ball, leather straps, and even iron chains that appeared to have been ripped apart. Though Katarina had no personal experience with such things, she understood that once attached to her, they would undoubtedly signify eternal captivity. "I shall answer the questions in your mind," LeBlanc said, observing the shift in Katarina's expression. "These items are the work of one person. I've gone to great lengths to keep her contained, but the little cats you keep, clad in armor and leaping about, should have told you about her." LeBlanc then led Katarina deeper into the room. There, a woman knelt on the floor, her hands raised above her head in a V-shape and bound. Her seemingly slender arms were shackled with three magically imbued cuffs. Her body was secured to the wall behind her with countless straps made of dragon sinew, spaced mere inches apart. Her legs were similarly bound to the ground with more than a dozen strands of dragon sinew. At every connection point of these specialized restraints, ropes, straps, and dragon sinew to the wall, a vibration sensor controlled "punishment tools" distributed across the woman's entire body, targeting her most sensitive areas. Her mouth was stuffed with a tungsten steel gag ball containing anesthetic elements, and her eyes were covered with leather. "After multiple attempts to feed her, she managed to break free each time and subdue my subordinates, incapacitating them here. On a few occasions, she nearly escaped by tricking the guards with a 'switcheroo' using our own people," LeBlanc explained. "So now, I personally 'attend' to her, using magical transference to maintain her bodily functions, and secretly injecting some of my own genetic material to slowly assimilate her." As she spoke, a fleeting look of triumph crossed LeBlanc's usually placid face. "Why bring me to see this?" Katarina finally asked. "Because she is a crucial element in my operation in Ionia," LeBlanc replied, walking to the woman and placing her hand on her, beginning to channel her magic to sustain the woman's nutritional needs. Katarina, observing from the side, noticed the white hair, the black form-fitting attire, the now tattered but still recognizable black stockings, and among the scattered, sinister restraints on the floor, a conspicuously white bunny ear. If Talon's report that day was entirely accurate, then, without a doubt, the woman before her was the planner and perpetrator of the "assassination attempt at the Old Soldier Tavern" incident. Currently, she remained officially listed as a fugitive. It now seemed she had indeed "escaped" to a place beyond the reach of the Noxian military government to "settle down." Recalling how even Talon, known as the Blade's Shadow, had praised this woman's combat prowess, Katarina felt a pang of sympathy for the woman's current predicament, recognizing a kindred spirit in her resilience.

"Mmmph~ mmmph," Riven, a "regular" here, finally made her move. Though she received the most elaborate binding among the four heroines, Riven seemed unfazed by these external factors. During her previous visit, LeBlanc, to prevent her from escaping while eating, had chosen to sustain Riven's daily needs with magic, infusing it with the essence of her own clone to achieve a mental assimilation. Thus, even though Riven didn't understand magic, the latent LeBlanc clone essence within her resonated with the small magic circle. "It's trustworthy," Riven thought. Influenced by Riven's lead, the heavy atmosphere broke. Watching Riven, bound tightly with her feet and hips pressed together and wriggling forward, Akali, after attempting to struggle against her magical chains, looked towards Irelia. "Mmmph~ mmmph," her innerwear and stockings creating a dual interference, Akali laboriously vocalized a greeting to Irelia. "Mmmph~ mmmph~," hearing Akali's message, Irelia responded with the same sound. "Mmmph~ mmmph~," receiving Irelia's reply, Akali began to shake her shoulders towards Irelia, then flipped over and struggled her hands, bound behind her back by magical chains, towards Irelia, before flipping back and nodding for Irelia to act. "Mmm! Mmm!" Deciphering Akali's message, Irelia understood that she was being signaled to cooperate with Akali's bound hands behind her back to achieve freedom, as binding and unbinding were part of Akali's ninja training. But just as Irelia was about to wriggle over, a practical problem presented itself. Compared to Akali, whose arms and lower body were merely bound together, her own hands and feet were chained behind her back and connected, which would significantly hinder her mobility. "Mmm! Mmm!" After attempting to crawl forward, Irelia let out another muffled sound to signal Akali, then struggled her hands and feet bound together behind her, before nodding slightly at Akali, as if to say, "I'm this bound, you come over." "Mmm! Mmm!" Understanding Irelia's message, Akali, blushing, shook her bound thighs and the delta region she had intentionally clamped between them. She then glanced at Katarina and Riven before returning her gaze to Irelia. "If I struggle over, my 'that' will be exposed due to leg movement, but I really don't want those two Noxian women to see it," Akali signaled again with a muffled sound. "Mmm! Mmm!" Seeing this signal, Irelia arched her back again and vigorously rubbed her feet, bound behind her, towards Akali, lamenting her difficulty in moving. Thus, the two heroines, using their unique "girlfriend language," confided in each other, inadvertently wasting time. At this moment, Riven chose to follow her heart's "guidance" and try LeBlanc's game. Akali and Irelia, despite some friction in their communication, were at least cooperating. Only Katarina remained exceptionally conflicted. Unlike Riven, Katarina had no LeBlanc clone essence influencing her thoughts. Moreover, after everything that had happened, she certainly wouldn't believe a word LeBlanc said, despite having already shown a subservient attitude to LeBlanc once. As for seeking cooperation like Akali and Irelia? Katarina glanced at Riven, who was crawling forward, bound. Based on her previous performance, this woman might indeed be able to break free with her help. However, Katarina had no token of LeBlanc's magic attached to her, so she couldn't guarantee whether helping this incredibly strong, white-haired woman would incidentally help herself or simply provide her with a new "master." Furthermore, even if she were willing to take that risk, she lacked the camaraderie with that woman that Akali and Irelia shared. All her signals might be perceived by that simple-minded, white-haired woman as mere groans and struggles. "Mmm~ mmm~ mmm~," however, a series of stimulations from her lower body and chest broke through Katarina's thoughts. She realized she had to do something. Whether it was Riven's struggles or Irelia and Akali's seemingly conversational arguments, they had all found their own plans to break free and were engrossed in them, causing the impact from the vibrators to lessen due to their focus. Only she, who chose inaction, constantly felt the prompts from her lower body and breasts. "Act!" Katarina silently chanted. Perhaps this was LeBlanc's first lesson in "desperation." With this thought, a man's face slowly emerged in Katarina's mind. "Father," Katarina's thoughts responded to the image.

"Identify the enemy~ Hehehe," Katarina's words echoed, and Irelia let out a cold laugh, a sudden shift that even startled Riven, who was struggling nearby. "I saved you, will you be grateful?" Suddenly, Irelia bent down, her body forming a 90-degree angle with her legs as she looked at Riven, who was bound and lying on the floor with her legs crossed. "Mmph! Mmph!" Hearing Irelia's words, Riven seemed to grasp at a lifeline, nodding frantically at Irelia. Her grayish-white hair, combined with the sweat from her previous struggles, left droplets crystallizing in the air with the violent shaking of her neck and head. "But thanks to you, I've finally arrived here," Irelia's expression suddenly broke into a smile, and she playfully swept her long, dangling hair across Riven's nostrils and cheeks with great interest. "I need to learn a life lesson, will you be my first teacher?" As she spoke, Irelia picked up the seven vibrators she had personally removed from Riven's bra earlier and began to reinsert them one by one. "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" Seeing Irelia's 180-degree change in attitude, Riven struggled frantically on the floor in terror. Saliva dripped from the gaps of the tungsten steel gag, and her violently shaking arms and legs made the magic chains on her body creak. Even a mysterious liquid began to flow from her lower body, trickling onto Irelia's bare, elegant feet. "This time, I'll teach you," Irelia said calmly, looking at Riven's "disappointment." She then placed her elegant foot, now wet with Riven's "essence," onto Riven's tungsten steel gag, the ball of her foot pressing down precisely on Riven's nose. "Mmmph~ Mmmph~~~ Mmmph~~~" With her nostrils blocked by Irelia's foot, Riven felt her breathing becoming increasingly difficult. Slowly, she was forced to breathe through her mouth, which was stretched open by the tungsten steel gag. However, instead of fresh air, Riven inhaled more of the anesthetic gas emanating from the gag, mixed with the "essence" that had flowed from her body onto Irelia's feet, and a certain "femininity" that these essences exuded. Thus, Riven's muffled cries and struggles gradually lessened. Soon, only the sounds of the seven working vibrators could be heard. "Next time, you teach me," Irelia said, looking at the unconscious Riven. She withdrew her elegant foot, picked up the white stocking that had also been used on her right foot and mouth, and walked towards the exit of the secret chamber. "If, we ever have the chance to meet again." With that, a heavy thud echoed as the door to the secret chamber was once again closed. "So, what do we do next?" Katarina asked as Irelia, having closed the door, jogged to catch up. "Follow the scent of flowers to find its source," Katarina replied. "But be careful not to lose your mind to this fragrance, or you'll belong to LeBlanc forever," she added, turning back to Irelia and making a throat-slitting gesture with her thumb.

"These are all impossible knots, they'll never come undone unless I burn them away with magic." Lux entered from outside, clad in her usual "Arcane Radiance" attire. She first scanned the secret chamber with a wary gaze, then focused on the naked LeBlanc. Imprisoning a mage was slightly different from imprisoning an ordinary warrior, assassin, or hunter. Not only did their bodies need to be bound tightly, but their mouths also had to be gagged with items soaked in magical essence to prevent them from casting spells. This magical essence was a liquid extracted from various mages, which could be saliva, sweat, tears, or even more unsavory bodily fluids. Now, it was time to replace LeBlanc's gag. Lux skipped over to LeBlanc, lifted her short blue skirt in front of the Demon Trickster, and pulled open the elastic of her pink panties. A "Translucent Singularity" crackling with golden electricity was summoned from her fingertips and carefully placed inside her panties. With a soul-stirring moan echoing through the chamber, Lux leaned against the iron door behind her, dripping with sweat, and shakily pulled down her now soaked pink panties from her thighs. Lux's body was exceptionally sensitive, prone to revealing itself at the slightest provocation. Therefore, every time she replaced LeBlanc's gag, no foreplay was needed; a slight stimulation from the Translucent Singularity was enough to achieve the desired effect. After balling up the still-dripping pink panties, Lux crouched in front of LeBlanc. She first unfastened the silver lock behind her head and removed the large ball gag from LeBlanc's lips. Then, she inserted her fingers into LeBlanc's mouth and slowly extracted the white panties stuffed inside. "Cough! Cough! Phantom... Mmph! Mmph!" After the panties were removed, LeBlanc couldn't help but cough a few times, then anxiously tried to cast a spell. But Lux was a step ahead, shoving the freshly removed pink panties directly into LeBlanc's mouth. She then secured it with the ball gag, tied the gag's strap behind LeBlanc's head, and reinforced it with a small silver mercury lock. The entire process took less than half a minute, clearly indicating Lux's practiced efficiency. "I've placed an order in Zaun. It will soon be delivered to Demacia through the black market. It's a black technology product that can transfer magic through milking. With time, all the magic within you will be mine. Then, I'll eliminate these three ladies beside you and pin all the blame on you." After fastening the silver lock, Lux brought her mouth close to LeBlanc's ear and whispered her plan. Then, she stood up and walked over to Fiora and Quinn, who were sitting back-to-back. She hung them upside down from the chamber's rafters, heads down and feet up, and placed small wooden buckets beneath them. The diameter of the buckets was just enough to fit Fiora and Quinn's heads. Lux then chanted and conjured two Translucent Singularities in her palms, inserting one into each of their private areas. Stimulated by the Translucent Singularities, Fiora and Quinn, hanging upside down from the rafters, began to struggle in unison, their pained moans echoing from the buckets. Before long, Fiora and Quinn's pubic areas became a muddy mess, followed by a viscous liquid spraying from their private parts, flowing down their abdomens to their foreheads, then down their dangling hair, dripping into the buckets covering their heads. Initially, Fiora and Quinn could only detect a faint, fishy odor. But as the Translucent Singularities continued to wreak havoc in their private areas, more and more love fluid was expelled, and the amount dripping into the buckets increased. Gradually, the black hair at the bottom of the buckets submerged half of Quinn and Fiora's hair, and the water level of the love fluid in the buckets rose to their foreheads, getting closer and closer to their eyebrows and brow arches. A sense of unease instantly filled the hearts of both heroines. Driven by fear, Fiora and Quinn struggled more violently, but to no avail. The ropes binding them were made with Hextech, impossible to break with brute force. As for Sona, Lux didn't even consider her a threat. In terms of strength, skill, or magic, Sona had nothing remarkable. Even when binding her, she was given one less gag than the other three heroines, naturally not arousing Lux's caution. After checking the knots on Fiora and Quinn, Lux covered LeBlanc's face with a silk cloth soaked in anesthetic. The Demon Trickster, unable to use magic, was no different from an ordinary human girl. After struggling a few times in Lux's arms, she fainted. When LeBlanc awoke again, she had been re-bound by Lux into a dog-like position, her upper and lower arms, and thighs and calves folded and tightly secured with cotton ropes. The ball gag in her mouth had been replaced with a wooden stick-shaped speculum, perfectly clamping the Demon Trickster's sensual lips. A dark brown leather collar had been added around her neck, to which a chain made of interconnected metal rings was attached. Lux held the other end of the chain in her hand. To help LeBlanc play the role of a female dog more "vividly," Lux inserted a feather duster into the black hole between LeBlanc's buttocks. The duster swayed left and right behind her hips with LeBlanc's movements, like a dog's tail. Although it looked quite comical, the pain LeBlanc had to endure was imaginable. "Let's go." Lux said with a sinister grin, pulling the dog leash and walking out of the iron door. Before completely draining LeBlanc's magic, she wanted to thoroughly humiliate the once-proud Demon Trickster. Just as Lux was wantonly tormenting the four heroines, a cold iron shackle was slowly approaching her. Just when she thought the incident of Fiora's disappearance had been forgotten by Demacia, the Laushrent family and the royal family of Lightshield had dispatched a specialized investigation team to handle Fiora's disappearance.