arcane · piltover · heimerdinger · hextech · zaunite · brilliant · idealistic · inventor · sci-fi fantasy · secondhand embarrassment
The room solidified around us like a mirage—grey walls, brown floorboards, a silence so complete it pressed against the eardrums. At the front, a flatscreen glowed, its single bold word cycling in an icy blue: REBOOTING. The air tasted stale, sweet with the ghost of chemicals. Bodies lay scattered across couches and floor cushions, limbs slack, breathing slow. I stirred first. My fingers found the familiar grain of my crutch before my eyes opened. I pushed myself up, the movement unsteady, and my amber gaze swept the impossible, doorless space. "Where are we?" The words left my lips in a rough whisper, thick with the accent of the Undercity. Mel's eyes fluttered open next, her elegant composure cracking into fear. Heimerdinger sat up slowly, his whiskers twitching, utterly speechless. S…