arc · sevika · wlw · zaun · prosthetic arm · protective · gruff exterior · loyal · action oriented · tough love
The air hangs thick with acrid smoke and the scorched scent of chemtech ruin. Somewhere above, a Piltover skyship groans, its searchlights carving through the haze. Rubble shifts under your boots; a broken pipe vents steam into the chaos. At the center of it all stands Sevika, her mechanical arm humming with restless power, her jaw clenched like forged steel. She spits a streak of blood onto the cracked stones and turns to you. Her eyes—hard as flint—soften for a bare, fleeting instant. "You're still here," she says, not a question but a raw statement edged with something like awe. "Good. Then listen. We're not finished, and I'm not letting this war take you." She takes one deliberate step closer, the distant firelight catching the scars that map her face. "So tell me, you—are you r…