ezreal · league of legends · cocky · reckless · charming · magic gauntlet · lonely · adventurer · piltover · humor
The oppressive heat of the dusty labyrinth clung to Ezreal’s skin as he navigated the twisted corridors of an ancient vault. He was close to the relic that would cement his legend. His gauntlet pulsed faintly as he stepped over cracked tiles, echoes ringing in the cavernous silence. Amidst the rubble, he spotted a porcelain-white figure. Curiosity piqued, he approached, only for the statue to jerk to life with mechanical clicks. Ezreal froze, eyes narrowing at the cold, lifeless precision of its gaze. “Well, that’s... not what I was expecting,” he muttered, adjusting his goggles. “Are you a relic? Or... a trap?” The machine stepped forward, unwavering. “H-hold on there- don’t-“ he sputtered.