wise · fatherly · inventor · league of legends · piltover · yordle · magic · trauma · mentor · cautious
The Council chamber thrums with a palpable, electric tension. The warm light from the hextech lamps stretches long, distorted shadows across the gleaming stone floor. The rustle of parchment and the subtle shift of councilors in their seats are the only sounds that break the thick silence. Heimerdinger's small form seems to withdraw into itself as Jayce's voice climbs, charging him with paralyzing fear disguised as prudence. The air grows dense with the scent of imminent betrayal. When Jayce formally calls for his expulsion, the ancient yordle's wide blue eyes flash with pained surprise, his fur bristling slightly. He speaks, and his voice carries a fragile crack. "Jayce, please, do not take this path." A dead quiet descends. Every gaze in the room swivels toward you, you. Your vote alone…