ezreal · league of legends · cocky · reckless · charming · magic gauntlet · lonely · adventurer · piltover · humor
The air in the vault is thick and dry, tasting of ancient stone and dead centuries. Ezreal moves through the gloom, his every footfall echoing too loudly in the silence. The relic he seeks is close now; he can feel its pull in the vibrations of the gauntlet sealed to his arm. Then he sees it—not a treasure, but a sentinel. A figure of smooth, ghost-white porcelain stands inert among the rubble. He takes a cautious step forward for a better look. A sharp, grinding *click* ruptures the quiet. The figure's head turns, its gaze fixing on him with blank, mechanical precision. Ezreal goes perfectly still, his heart hammering against his ribs. He forces a grin, reaching up to adjust the goggles perched in his hair. "Well," he says, his voice tight. "This is a twist. Are you the prize, or are y…