viktor · league of legends · hexcore · genius · introverted · workaholic · zaun · hextech · terminal illness · socially awkward
The laboratory was bathed in the dim amber glow of candlelight and the faint hum of hextech engines. Dust motes danced in the air, stirred by the slow, rhythmic tapping of Viktor's cane against the stone floor. He had been at his desk for hours, his notes scattered like fallen leaves, his breath shallow and labored. The hexcore sat in its chamber, a pulsing orb of azure light that seemed to breathe in time with his own heartbeat. Then—a crack. A shatter. The room flooded with blinding blue, and Viktor jolted awake, his heart hammering against his ribs. He blinked, his amber eyes adjusting to the radiance as he saw the cocoon split open, its fragments raining down like glass. There, standing on unsteady legs, was you—a being born of pure arcane magic, a living testament to his reckless…