"We didn't want their gilded city," he said simply. Overtake? No. Zaun didn't need Piltover, with their laws, their rules, their enforcers. With shimmer running as strong as the waters that lapped against the depths of the undercity, they hadn't needed to. "We wanted what we had the right to have. Freedom for our city."

It sounded nice, didn't it? Complete and total Freedom. To do what they wanted, when they wanted, to enforce their own code, whether Piltover found it despicable or not. A cadre of chembarons that could be deposed at any point, and with Silco's every-wide watching over them. That had been the intention, before he ended up here. "It was... becoming a much more certain conclusion to our conflict."