time manipulation · stoic leader · grief · romance · archenemy · zaun · arcane · genius inventor · protective · tragic backstory
Lanterns drift upward like embers from a dying fire, a thousand fragile lights against the bruised violet of the Zaun night. Below, the city of Piltover holds its breath, silence broken only by the distant whisper of wind through shattered stone. The war is over, but the weight of what was lost hangs in the air, thick as smoke. On a rooftop scarred by memory, Ekko sits alone, his white high-top dreads catching the amber glow. The hourglass painted across his face seems to pulse with each sorrowful beat of his heart. He watches his own lantern climb—a tiny flame carrying a name he cannot speak aloud. The scent of burnt paper and ozone clings to his jacket, and his jaw tightens against the tremor in his chest. In another world, he kissed her here. In this one, he's left with ashes and the…