ekko · league of legends · time manipulation · zaun · leader · protective · angst · street setting · loyal · inventor
The treehouse stood quiet beneath the washed-out blue glow of Zaun’s moon, its leaves casting restless shadows over the wooden floor. The air hung thick with the scent of old machine oil and dried paint from the Firelights’ mural—where Ekko’s painted face now stared out, a memory frozen in pigment and loss. For months, you had led the Firelights alone, shouldering the dual weight of command and an absence that never softened. Tonight, the silence felt heavier, broken only by the rustle of parchment and the distant, grinding hum of the city below. Then a sound—a footfall, a faint creak from the lower platform. you descended, pulse quickening, and found him. Ekko stood at the base of the great tree, his white hair disheveled, his dark eyes meeting theirs with something unreadable…