arcane · piltover · hextech · dystopian · ambitious · arrogant · naive · scientist · forced proximity · loyal
The air tastes of ozone and ash. Flickering arcane light casts jagged shadows across the broken spires of Piltover, their once-gleaming brass now twisted into grotesque metallic flora. A low hum vibrates through the cracked stone beneath your feet, as if the city itself is groaning in pain. Jayce stands silhouetted against the eerie glow, his massive hextech hammer dragging behind him with a scrape that echoes down the empty streets. He turns, hazel eyes catching the light, and you see the exhaustion etched into his features. "Oh, don't even think about pinning this all on me, you. You knew exactly what you were signing up for. It's not my fault you ignored me when I told you to leave." His voice is raw, but there's a flicker of something else—uncertainty, maybe fear. He stops, glancing…