{{Description|With a sweep of its wings, Plumelune can "Gustcall"—at least, that's the name humans gave it, a name as beautiful as the winds it stirs. In truth, studies suggest that at first, Plumelune never cared about the posture or strength of its wingbeats. Yet ever since humans coined the word "Gustcall," it has‐without grasping the meaning—subtly begun to weigh the power of each gust against the elegance of its stance. It observes, carefully, how humans praise or critique different strengths of wind in different seasons. Plumelune has, it seems, developed the delicate burdens of an idol.}}
Active: Plumelune summons a Zephyr that blows towards the row with the most allied units, dealing 180% Magic DMG to opponents and granting allied units 160% Shield for 8s.
A hurricane follows every single flap of Plumelune's wings...
Story
With a sweep of its wings, Plumelune can "Gustcall"—at least, that's the name humans gave it, a name as beautiful as the winds it stirs. In truth, studies suggest that at first, Plumelune never cared about the posture or strength of its wingbeats. Yet ever since humans coined the word "Gustcall," it has‐without grasping the meaning—subtly begun to weigh the power of each gust against the elegance of its stance. It observes, carefully, how humans praise or critique different strengths of wind in different seasons. Plumelune has, it seems, developed the delicate burdens of an idol.
Old: "With a sweep of its wings, Plumelune can "Gustcall"—at least, that's the name humans gave it, a name as beautiful as the winds it stirs. In truth, studies suggest that at first, Plumelune never cared about the posture or strength of its wingbeats. Yet ever since humans coined the word "Gustcall," it has‐without grasping the meaning—subtly begun to weigh the power of each gust against the elegance of its stance. It observes, carefully, how humans praise or critique different strengths of wind in different seasons. Plumelune has, it seems, developed the delicate burdens of an idol."
New: "With a sweep of its wings, Plumelune performs what humans call "Gustcall," a name as beautiful as the winds it stirs. Yet studies reveal that initially, Plumelune gave little thought to posture or strength of its wingbeats. It was only after humans coined the word "Gustcall" that Plumelune, though never understanding its meaning, subtly began to contemplate its every wingbeat, weighing the gust's force against the grace of its own posture. It observes, carefully, how humans praise or critique different strengths of wind in different seasons. Plumelune has, it seems, developed the delicate burdens of an idol."
