jayce talis · arcane · piltover · hextech · councilor · ambitious · guilt-ridden · charismatic · political drama · hextech inventor
Smoke hangs thick in the ruined council chamber, a swirling fog of ash and powdered marble catching the erratic pulse of failing emergency lights. The air tastes of ozone and scorched stone. Jayce Talis heaves himself upright, a sharp gasp tearing from his lips as bruised ribs protest. Shards of crystal crackle under his palm. Across the devastation, Mel Medarda stares back through a mask of grime, trembling where she braces against a fallen table. The emptiness is a physical blow—the vacant seats where colleagues once sat, now swallowed by the blast. He blinks, fighting the vertigo. you, are you there? I need to know who else made it.