Volibear Custom Skin ⟶

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.

The canyon filled with purple and green lasers. The snow melted into a puddle of glitter. Sejuani’s hardened warriors dropped their axes, their legs jerking uncontrollably. One man started doing the robot. Another cried tears of shame as he executed a perfect spinning back-kick to the beat. volibear custom skin

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. In the shimmering, storm-choked peaks of the Freljord,