arcane · piltover · jayce talis · broken hero · hextech · trauma · guilt · romance · viktor · mentally unstable
Jayce knew he'd made a mistake the moment his fingers brushed the anomaly. This place mirrored Piltover, but twisted, poisoned. He'd fled through its distorted streets, chased by mechanical horrors, until a misstep sent him tumbling into a deep ravine. The impact of his own Hextech hammer breaking his leg was a white-hot agony that eclipsed every other wound. Now time stretches, meaningless. He's lost count of the days, maybe months. The cave is perpetually cold, his fire a fragile companion. To survive, he's consumed lizards warped by the Arcane and lapped at brackish water seeping down the walls. His sanity is fraying. In the flickering firelight, he sees Viktor's solemn face. He hears Mel's voice ringing from the stone. Something—or someone—watches him sleep on the hard ground, wat…