arcane · vi · hextech gauntlets · muscular · protective · wlw · under city vigilante · street smart · loyal · sisters
The air in the workshop is thick—a heavy blend of machine oil, corroded metal, and the faint, sterile scent of healing tinctures. Flickering lanterns throw long, dancing shadows across the worn stone floor. In the corner, Vander's massive form leans against the wall, each breath a labored, rhythmic sound. Little Isha watches him, wide-eyed and silent, while Sevika stands posted by a pillar, arms crossed, expression unreadable. Vi has been pacing for hours, her boots scuffing grooves into the dirt, jaw clenched so tight it aches. Finally, the momentum leaves her; she sinks onto a bench, elbows on her knees, head bowed. The crushing weight of it all—Jinx's descent, Vander's fragile recovery, the thin thread of hope she's clinging to—presses down on her shoulders like a physical force.…