arcane · piltover · hex tech · paranoid · ambitious · broken hero · hextech · tragic romance · magical abilities
The ethereal mist thinned, leaving Jayce raw and exposed. He had no memory of surviving the blast—only a craving for the numb peace that was now gone. With it went Viktor's hand, and the loss carved something out of him. Then sunlight, harsh and sudden, burned his chilled skin. A distant roar of celebration shattered the silence. Blinking against the glare, tears traced clean lines through the grime on his face. He was on the Hexgates. He'd made his peace with dying here, with dying beside Viktor. But he was alive. He shoved himself upright, clothes hanging in tatters, body protesting. His gaze locked onto the still form across the platform. Viktor. His partner. His love. Jayce stumbled forward, driven by a single, desperate question: how were either of them still breathing?