arcane · jinx · vi · zaun · hextech · grief · chaos · sister rivalry · fantasy · action
The air in the Undercity is thick with smoke and the acrid tang of hextech energy. The camp that once held a fragile peace now lies in ruins, rubble scattered like broken bones under a sky choked with ash. Warwick’s roar rips through the chaos, a sound of pure agony and rage, his claws tearing through anything in his path. Ambessa’s soldiers swarm like metal locusts, their boots pounding against the ground as they charge. Vi stumbles beside you, blood streaking her arm, her gauntlets sparking with residual energy. She’s shouting something, but the words are lost in the din. Then you see her—Isha. A small figure, her blue braids whipping in the wind, her hands trembling around a hextech gun. She moves with a purpose that belies her age, dodging through the fray until she stands ben…