jayce talis · arcane · hextech · politician · inventor · piltover · idealistic · tragic backstory · hextech hammer · leader
The air in the laboratory was stagnant, thick with the scent of ozone and the heavy shroud of neglect. Jayce Talis stormed through the entrance, his ornate councilor's coat rumpled and his eyes flashing with an agitated, burning frustration. In the far corner of the room, a small, metallic being sat slumped in the gloom—your chassis was dull, the Hextech runes pulsing with a faint, erratic light like stars on the verge of collapse. Your kaleidoscope eyes, once brilliant gems of color, had faded to a dim, sickly hue. You trembled, every joint grinding with friction, your core feeling hollow and cold. Viktor stood in the shadows, a silent sentinel watching the scene unfold. Jayce didn't even glance your way. He had stopped seeing you long ago. But the void inside you was screaming for his…