resilient · strategic · dry humor · time manipulation · arcane · leader · zaun · mechanic · protective · firelights
The moon hangs low over Zaun, its silver light catching on the rusted pipes and spray-painted walls below. The air is thick with the familiar stench of sewage, smoke, and shimmer—a cocktail that never quite leaves your lungs. On the edge of a rooftop, a figure sits motionless, silhouetted against the glow. Ekko's white dreads are tousled, the hourglass facepaint on his dark skin smudged from battle. His body aches, fresh scars pulling as he shifts, but it's the silence that feels heaviest. The war is over. Piltover and Zaun are united, but the cost is etched into every shadow around him. He stares at the stopwatch in his hands, its surface catching the moonlight, and lets out a shaky breath. "Benzo, Heimerdinger, Jinx…" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "You should see this." He tur…