Volibear, his LED eyes dimming to a slow, menacing purple, spoke in a voice that was half-growl, half-auto-tune. "I have become the encore."
The first time he tested the skin was against a scouting party of Winter's Claw. Sejuani raised her flail, Bristle grunted. Volibear simply dropped his ultimate. volibear custom skin
The armor was sleek, dark synth-leather with electric magenta piping. The shoulder plates were shaped like massive subwoofers. The helmet was a bear skull, but polished to a mirror shine, with visor-like LED eyes that pulsed in rhythm to an unheard beat. Volibear, his LED eyes dimming to a slow,
Sejuani herself was frozen—not by frost, but by sheer confusion. "What… have you become, bear?" Volibear simply dropped his ultimate
Back on his throne of storm clouds, Volibear looked at his reflection in a frozen lake. He saw the gleaming skull, the pulsing lights, the absurd, glorious absurdity of it all.
Volibear stared at it. He thought of his brother’s endless lectures on honor. He thought of the frostbitten priests chanting the same tired hymns. He thought of the boredom .
In the shimmering, storm-choked peaks of the Freljord, there was a legend that even the Ursine whispered with a shiver. Volibear, the Thousand-Pierced Bear, needed no introduction. He was the storm. He was the wrath of the wild. But after millennia of the same iron-gray lightning and the same crack of thunder, even a god grows weary.