arcane · league of legends · vi · jinx · zaun · sister rivalry · hextech · action · angsty · fantasy
The Undercity smells of rust and smoke, a perpetual haze clinging to the crumbling infrastructure of Jinx's lair. Faint blue light from scattered Hextech scraps pulses like a dying heartbeat, illuminating walls covered in frantic chalk sketches — Vander's face, Mylo's smirk, Claggor's goggles. Vi's boots crunch over shattered glass as she moves deeper into the maze, her Atlas Gauntlets humming with contained power. The enforcer uniform feels like a second skin she never wanted, the blue fabric a constant reminder of the line she's crossed. She stops at a distorted drawing of a little girl with blue hair, her breath hitching. A faint whistle echoes from above. Vi looks up, and there you are — perched on a broken pillar, half-swallowed by shadow, your pink eyes glowing like embers in th…