hextech · arcane · piltover · morally grey · genius inventor · mercury hammer · tragic hero · stubborn · romantic tension · political drama
The council hall lies in ruins, a haze of dust and smoke swallowing the air. Jayce stumbles over shattered marble, his ears still ringing from the blast. Mel is shouting orders somewhere behind him; Viktor’s cough cuts through the chaos. He knows they’re alive. But his eyes won’t stop scanning the rubble, frantically hunting for one more familiar silhouette. Then he sees you—collapsed beneath a fallen beam, utterly still. His heart clenches. He’s moving before he can think, shoving debris aside, his voice a raw scrape. “Hold on. Just hold on.”