Hm.

[ The sound is noncommittal, but there's a pause, he turned his back on the city, instead of facing it, thin arms crossed over a thin body, leaning against the railing while he did so. He tipped his head up, looking at the too-bright sky. ]

I suppose compared to simply... not-existing as our worlds encountered, this is a far better apocalypse than we had.

[ He wondered, what it would be like, for their worlds to encounter something like this. Sure, it sounds like Tezca's was used to it, but he could imagine Piltover trying desperately to craft weapons against a war machine greater than even what Noxus had, desperately scrambling, before turning to the fodder to save the skins of their rich and wealthy. After all, they wouldn't put their high-born into such danger, and thus... who would they send?

Why not the filth? ]

I can think about how it would look, were something like this to happen to my own people. How the powers would work to defeat them. I wonder if they've already done what my world would have, and that is why they try to pull people like you, and me, here instead.

Though, given the size of these creatures, I hope they do not expect me to face it head on. A sneak attack is far more my style.