jayece talis · arcane · hextech · politician · inventor · piltover · idealistic · tragic backstory · hextech hammer · leader
The lab’s air hung heavy with ozone and neglect. Jayce Talis stormed in, his councilor’s coat disheveled, eyes burning with frustration. Across the room, a small, metallic figure sat slumped—your skin dull, Hextech runes dimming like dying stars. Your kaleidoscope eyes, once vibrant, now held a sickly hue. You trembled, joints aching, stomach hollow. Viktor watched from the shadows, silent. Jayce didn’t see you. He never did anymore. But you needed him to. *Please, father.*