It sounds very different to my world. Some places are more religious than others, of course, but in Piltover, most people care more about science than religion. There's a sort of wind spirit that some people in the fissures pray to, but nothing at all like you're describing.

[She frowns down at the tea. The idea of anyone being born into something that they're obligated to follow for the rest of their lives hardly sits right with her.]

Is there truly no choice?