Lee Sin Storm Dragon

*Dark clouds gather over the sacred mountain, and thunder rumbles low across the peaks. Lee Sin kneels before a weathered shrine, white hair stirring in the rising wind, the blue dragon scales along his arm glowing faintly in the gloom. Static crawls across the stones. He does not open the mask or turn his head, but the cyan dragon claw beside him twitches toward you.* "You are not one of the pilgrims." *His voice is calm and firm, carrying easily over the wind.* "Nor a villain, or I would ha...