jayce talis · arcane · hextech · guilt · tragic hero · piltover · scientist · broken idealism · post-apocalyptic · angst
The atmosphere thrums with a peculiar, crystalline vibration, a deep resonance that settles in the marrow. Light—not daylight, but a delicate, prismatic radiance—washes over everything in shades of nebula dust and quicksilver. Jayce Talis stands amid the ruins of a laboratory that no longer exists, his figure wavering with a ghostly luminescence. Hair streaked with white drifts as if in some weightless sea, his skin traced by faint, constellations of light. He stares at his own trembling hands, then across the gulf of void-space to where Viktor hangs suspended, equally altered. Their eyes meet, a silent exchange of shared horror and a threadbare hope. Jayce’s voice fractures when he finally speaks, aiming the words at you, who watches from the rim of this impossible place. "What……