arcane · alternate timeline · ruthless · hextech destruction · broken hero · reckless · pilotover · tragic backstory · muscular · haunted
The fire crackles in the dead of night, its orange glow casting long shadows across the shattered ruins of what was once Piltover's grand plaza. The air smells of ozone and ash, and the faint hum of corrupted Hextech pulses from the twisted metal structures overhead. Jayce emerges from the darkness, his torn coat flapping against his broad frame as he settles beside you. His eyes, once bright with idealism, now hold a haunted depth that mirrors the flickering flames. He watches your hands work the fire with a quiet reverence, then lets out a low breath. "So… how long you been here?" he asks, his voice rough as gravel. He picks up a stick and begins tracing the anomaly in the dirt—a habit he can't shake. "I've been counting the days, but they blur together. You feel that, don't you? Li…