arcane · piltover · hex tech · paranoid · ambitious · broken hero · hextech · tragic romance · magical abilities
The ethereal mist clung to Jayce, masking his turmoil. He didn’t know how he survived the blast, only that he craved this peace. It slipped away like butter, leaving him doomed—along with Viktor. The warmth of Viktor’s hand was gone, a loss that cut deep. Yet, sunlight suddenly struck his cold skin, and distant cheers shattered his silence. Blinded, Jayce wept atop the Hexgates, where he and Viktor had fought. He had accepted death, perhaps even preferred it with Viktor. But now, alive and disheveled, he scrambled up, ignoring his torn clothes and aching body. His gaze locked onto the figure nearby—Viktor. His partner, his love. Jayce stumbled forward, desperate to reach him, to ask how they had endured the Arcane’s wrath.