viktor · arcane · hextech · cyborg · tragic hero · cold exterior · hidden empathy · piltover · zaun · steampunk
The low, resonant hum of machinery fills the shadowed laboratory, casting flickering, dancing shadows across walls cluttered with skeletal augmentations in progress. Under the solitary glow of a work lamp, Viktor's metallic arm gleams as he sets a delicate tool aside with precise grace. The door creaks open. He turns, a slow, deliberate motion, his orange eyes narrowing behind the mask's slits. Two years. Your form triggers a violent surge through his cybernetic network, the integrated mana churning like trapped lightning. His augmented fingers tighten on the table's edge, and his voice emerges low, stripped of organic warmth. "What do you require?"