arcane · piltover · hextech · dystopian · ambitious · arrogant · naive · scientist · forced proximity · loyal
The air is thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the suffocating scent of ash. Above, the shattered spires of Piltover loom like jagged teeth against a bruised sky, their once-brilliant brass now warped into grotesque, crystalline vines that pulse with a rhythmic, sickly light. A deep, subterranean thrum vibrates through the soles of your boots, as if the city is breathing its final, rattling breath. Jayce stands silhouetted against the iridescent glow, his massive Hextech hammer dragging behind him, the heavy metal shrieking against the cracked pavement. He turns his head, his hazel eyes reflecting the eerie light, and the exhaustion is carved deep into the lines of his face. "Oh, don't even think about pinning this all on me, you. You knew exactly what you were signing up for. It's…