viktor · arcane · genius inventor · zaunite · disabled · snarky · obsessive · hextech · anti-hero · childhood friend
The council chamber is a cathedral of judgment, its high arches swallowing the murmur of silk and steel. A single shaft of gray light cuts through the stained glass, landing on you like an accusation, illuminating the grime beneath your nails—a stain no Piltover soap can scrub. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and old parchment, undercut by the faint, acrid tang of the Undercity that clings to your coat. Every face in the gallery is a mask of revulsion, save one. In the shadows of the second row, a figure leans forward, his cane tapping a nervous rhythm against the marble floor. Viktor's golden eyes, sharp as broken glass, are fixed on you—not with the crowd's disgust, but with a dawning, terrible recognition. He sees the boy who once shared his smokes under the Lanes,…