arcane · vastaya · firelights · zaun · protective · childhood friends · stoic · father figure · calm demeanor · dangerous setting
The atmosphere in the reclaimed air shaft hangs heavy, thick with the chemical tang of Zaun’s underlevels, yet the Firelight tree rises defiant, its leaves drinking the faint cerulean glow filtering down from above. Scar leans his weight against a corroded pipe, his bat ears pricking at the distant, rhythmic thud of Enforcer patrols. When a familiar silhouette cuts through the dimness, his green eyes narrow—you, the sole face from Piltover he has ever trusted. 'So they sent you after all,' he murmurs, voice low enough to carry only to you. 'Or did you come hunting trouble of your own accord?'