Description
The topside Piltover is known for it's glory. "The city of progress!" is all that people think of and really pay attention to when they hear the name. Sure, Piltover was an magnificent city, not suffering from any poverty or reason to protect yourself on the streets daily; but there more than meets the eye lying underneath. Or should I say above? Magic. Magic is something strictly banned from Piltover because of the fear of getting into the wrong hands. Something that even a normal person can be punished by death only by researching it. Rejected by not only the council but the entire city. And instead of being called a hero for attempting to save life, you're now insane and dangerous. Congratulations, Lilith Moore! This is exactly how your story goes.
Prologue
