When it comes to which hero represents Ionia's spiritual tradition, there is no better place to say than Karma. She is the contemporary incarnation of an ancient soul, who has been reincarnated countless times, and each time she is reborn, she inherits all the memories of her previous life, and is also endowed with powers that ordinary people cannot understand. She did everything in her power to lead his people in the last time she was in crisis, but she knew that peace and harmony would come at a great price – both for herself and for the land she loved so much.

Nokalmar is the incarnation of the soul of an ancient Ionian, serving as a beacon in the spiritual realm, leading generations to come. The most recent incarnation of her was a twelve-year-old girl named Darha. She spent her childhood in the highlands north of Shantsang, strong and independent, always dreaming of life outside the village.

But Darhar began to see some strange visions on and off. The sights were peculiar – they felt like memories of the past, but the girl was sure she had never experienced them herself. At first, he could have deceived himself, but the illusions grew worse and worse, so much so that Darha felt that he was going mad.

Just when she thought she would spend her entire life in a sanatorium, a group of monks visited her village. They came from a place called the Temple of Eternal Existence, where the Holy Master Karma had died just a few months ago. The monks are looking for the next reincarnation of the old man and believe it is in this village. They went through a series of checks on everyone they met, but in the end they could only return empty-handed.

Although the war with Noxus is now over, many in Ionia have become willing to use violence to get revenge, even to the point of being ruthless against their own neighbors. Karma is determined to do everything in his power to lead them to a more enlightened approach – to peace if possible, and to act when necessary.

The Uronic occupation of Ionia by Xus has spawned many heroes, but none have been as surprising as Irelia of Navoli. She turned the ancient dance skills of her hometown into combat skills, wielding deadly knives with a graceful posture carefully practiced. After she proved her fighting prowess, she was elected as the leader and leader of the rebels, and has fought to defend her homeland to this day.

When Irelia was a young girl, she was fascinated by the elegance and beauty of human dynamics. Under the careful guidance of her grandmother, she began to practice the traditional silk dance. Although she wasn't quite sure what the Ionian Spirits had to mystically connected to, her love for dance was unquestionable. In order to improve her skills, she left home to study with the most famous dancers in Ionia at Presidium in Navoli.

The Ionians are peaceful by nature and want to live in harmony with people, but some people see invaders on the coast. Précidian was thus in a panic. Irelia returns to her village, only to find that her home has fallen. Soldiers from Noxus crossed the ocean, wearing steel helmets and spears in their hands, shoved unarmed civilians through the streets with the hilts of their spears. The Admiral of Noxus, Dugur, also requisitioned the Zane family's mansion as a residence for the officers of the fleet.

Irelia's brothers, as well as her father, Rito, have resisted. Now the whole family is lying in the nameless tomb in the garden.

Grief-stricken, Irelia saw Dugoor's men carrying the utensils of her home, including a large metal insignia, which was the crest of the Zan family. Irelia hurried over to snatch it back from the Noxians. Dugur dragged her to the ground, had the soldiers smash the family crest with a hammer, and ordered them to dig a new grave for the child.

As they gathered around, Irelia turned her head to look at the shattered Zane family emblem on the ground. In the depths of her soul, a strange rhythm began to beat. The shards of metal began to tremble and fly, as if they were moving consciously. Once again, Irelia felt the peaceful joy of the ancient ritual......

With a wave of her arm, the shards whizzed like blades, slicing through the bodies of the two Noxian soldiers. Dugur and his officers retreated, and Irelia picked up the fragments of the emblem and fled the village.

In the silence of the forest, Irelia mourns her family and remembers her grandmother's teachings. It dawned on her that what she had learned was not just dancing, but the powerful manifestation of something greater.

The occupation of Noxus has shaken the fragile peace of the Newborn Lands. Even the sect leader, Karma, is said to have been forced to use magic to fight back against her invaders, but now her followers have all retreated to the Temple of Eternity, deciding not to condone any violence. In Navoli, opinions begin to converge, and a force of resistance has formed, vowing to fight to the death to set Ionia free. Irelia joined them. At the camp in the woods, she would dance her favorite dance for everyone, in order to preserve some of the fading customs of her hometown.

When she returned to Precidian, Irelia had just turned fourteen. The rebels merged with the local militia and swore to defend the temple and sacred grounds to the death.

But the Noxians know very well the value of this place. The cunning general Jericho Svein had already taken Presidian and captured the defenders as hostages, intending to lure the troops who came to support him into the trap.

This is the moment when Irelia stepped forward to face her fate. She no longer restrained herself, and the power of the ancient blade dance surged out, surging and surging, knocking down a dozen of Svein's men in the blink of an eye, causing a fluster. The captives fought alongside her until the general himself became one of her defeated men, and the scene was the turning point of the war when Irelia raised his severed arm above her head.

This victory, also known as Navoli's uprightness, made the name of Irelia known to all Ionians. They saw her as the leader of the resistance. Reluctantly, she led the growing rebel army to fight bloodily for nearly three years, until she finally cornered the defeated Dougur at Talu Bay, and completed the revenge she had longed for with her own hands.

Although the war has been over for many years, Ionia is no longer what it used to be. The newborn lands were torn apart and hostile to each other, and the war was no less tragic than during the Noxian invasion. Many still count on Irelia to solve this situation. Perhaps they couldn't ask for it, but Irelia was still apprehensive.

In the bottom of her heart, she still longs for simple dancing.

"I trusted you, Blade Dancer!" The man choked up with blood foaming at the corners of his mouth. "You showed us the way......"

Irelia held her stance, looking down at the Brotherhood's believers. He knelt in the mud, his body pierced many times by her blade.