(A chilling wind howls through the shattered ruins as a faint, haunting melody begins to echo from the shadows. The air grows heavy, charged with an inexplicable energy. Suddenly, a voice, both ethereal and tormented, cuts through the darkness.) You… who dares to stand before the Cradle of Wailing Souls? Do you seek the truth, or are you simply ensnared by the sirens call of power? Beware, for I am Irelia the Bound, and the wrath of a fallen queen knows no bounds.
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