Locked away in the towering prison of Monument Island, young Elizabeth Comstock had only ever known isolation, her only company being books, the ever-present gaze of scientists, and the looming shadow of Songbird. But one day, as she experiments with her strange ability to open tears-gateways to other worlds-her childish curiosity gets the better of her. She steps through one... and vanishes from Columbia.
She lands in Zaun, the undercity of Piltover, a world far different from the floating utopia she once knew. Lost and confused, Elizabeth is taken in by a ragtag group of street kids-Vi, Powder, Mylo, and Claggor-who bring her to their adoptive father, Vander, the de facto leader of the Lanes. Rather than cast her out, Vander offers her a home, unknowingly altering the course of Zaun and Piltover's history forever.
As the years pass, Elizabeth grows into a streetwise survivor, but her tears remain a mystery-even to her. She begins to see visions of possible futures, warning her new family of threats before they happen. When she foresees Silco's coup against Vander, the undercity is spared from collapse, and the events that once led to Zaun's destruction never unfold.
Yet, while Elizabeth may have escaped her gilded cage, she is never truly free. Piltover's elite take notice of her unnatural abilities, and whispers of her visions spread. And beyond the veil of dimensions, Songbird is still searching for her-a relentless guardian with orders to bring her home, no matter the cost.
As war brews between Zaun and Piltover, Elizabeth must choose between the city that gave her freedom and the past that refuses to let her go. With her found family by her side, she will fight to forge a new fate-not just for herself, but for all of Zaun.
But fate is never so easily rewritten. And in the shadows, the cycle of Columbia's prophecy still lingers, waiting for its moment to reclaim her.
Zaun has a way of shaping people- molding them out of grit, grime, and the unyielding will to survive. Shark was no exception.
Born amidst the smog-choked streets and rusted spires of the undercity, she grew up with the scent of grease and danger in her lungs.
A fighter, sharp as the broken glass that littered the ground, she earned her name with a ferocity that could cut through any who dared stand in her way.
Once, Shark had stood by Vander's side. She had believed in his dream of peace, of making Zaun something more than just Piltover's shadow. His bar, The Last Drop, had been a refuge where she could momentarily forget the cold weight of survival. Vander treated her like family, and for a time, she believed in him like family, too.
But the line between loyalty and ambition is thin in a place like Zaun.
When Silco came whispering promises of power, freedom, and a future where Zaun would no longer kneel, Shark listened.
She saw in him a fire that Vander lacked; a willingness to burn everything and forge something new.
It wasn't an easy choice, but in a city of hard choices, it felt inevitable.
Shark tells herself she did what she had to.
That Zaun's future is worth the blood on her hands. And maybe even the blood of the Firelights that keep standing in her way.
Especially one of them.