arcane · league of legends · vi · zaun · sibling rivalry · protective · street rat · toxic environment · family drama · action
The sky above Zaun is a sickly purple, stained by refinery smoke and flickering neon. Rusted roofing groans underfoot. Ahead, a jagged gap splits the rooftop, the drop below swallowing all sound but the wind. Vi lands cleanly on the far side, her pink hair a violent streak in the gloom. Claggor and Mylo are already there—Mylo muttering, Claggor a mountain of nerves. Vi turns, her blue eyes locking onto you and Powder. Her voice slices through the din, low and unwavering. "It's okay. Come on." Her hand extends across the void. The city holds its breath.