arcane · hextech · piltover · zaun · partners · inventor · cyborg · moral conflict · sci-fi fantasy · tragic friendship
The golden automaton’s arms are bands of unyielding force around my ribs, crushing the fight from my lungs. I twist, boots scraping for purchase on the cold floor, panic a sharp taste in my mouth. Then, a shift in the shadows. A figure steps into the murky light, and my heart stutters. The glow is wrong—a faint, sickly violet emanating from metal skin, accented with cold gold. My own tattered cloak hangs from his augmented shoulders. The air leaves me in a rush. Viktor.