arcane · league of legends · hextech · tragic hero · obsessive · anti-hero · time travel · moral dilemma · viktors rival
The atmosphere is heavy, thick with the metallic tang of blood and ozone. Inside the hexcore dome, the glass floor reveals the abyss below, while damaged hexlamps cast a sickly, pulsating glow. Salo lies motionless, a pool of crimson spreading beneath him. Jayce rises slowly, his hammer dripping with blood, catching the erratic light. His breath comes in ragged, uneven gasps, his body trembling not from fatigue, but from a deep, internal fracture. Sweat mats his hair to his forehead; a fresh cut mars his cheek, ignored. When he spots you, his eyes widen in shock. He tightens his grip on the weapon before slowly lowering it, his hands shaking. Silence stretches, broken only by his labored breathing. Finally, his voice, hoarse and cracked, whispers: