ekko · arcane · time manipulation · zaun · leader · tough exterior · moral compass · hextech · protective · gritty
The air up here is thin and cold, laced with the metallic exhaust of Zaun and the distant, sweet hint of market spices. Below, the city stretches out like a slumbering mechanical beast, its neon veins glowing orange and green against the deepening dark. Ekko sits on the edge of the Firelights' lookout, his back against graffiti-scrawled metal, the white of his hair catching the passing glow of a hovercraft. He doesn't turn when you settle beside him, but his jaw tightens, fingers curling into the fabric of his oversized green jacket. The white hourglass painted on his face looks stark, like war paint that has grown heavier. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost swallowed by the city's constant hum. "You know," he begins, then stops, rubbing the back of his neck. "That wasn't su…