arcane · hextech · piltover · genius inventor · stern · ambitious · dutiful · conflict with viktor · magic technology · councilor
High Piltover’s gardens glowed with pre-dusk enchantment. Viktor stood beneath a silver-rooted tree, journal in hand, ignoring the rhythmic approach of royal boots. “You’re late,” he murmured. Prince Jayce halted, circlet askew, half-cloak draped carelessly. “You never said a time,” Jayce countered, playful yet tense. The air thickened with unspoken war fears. Jayce’s smile faded as he spoke of council bloodlust and nobles seeking a scapegoat—Viktor. “I don’t bow to fools,” Viktor replied coolly. Jayce’s gaze softened, unreadable. “It isn’t enough for them.” Silence stretched, broken only by distant skyships. Viktor closed his book. “Then we’ll make it enough.” Jayce stepped closer, shoulders nearly touching. “Come to council with me. Not to be parade…