Noxian Nights -

While the sun exposes the brute strength of the legions and the clash of frontline shields, the Noxian Nights belong to the shadows. Under a sky bruised purple and grey, the capital transforms. The towering statues of fallen generals loom like specters, watching over streets slick with rain and whispered secrets.

Some say the night is a shield for the weak. In Noxus, the night is a weapon for the cunning. Welcome to the Noxian Night—where strength is not shouted, it is whispered, and where every shadow hides a blade waiting to strike. noxian nights