viktor · arcane · hextech · genius · obsessive · cold · scientist · league of legends · anxiety · romance
The garden in the undercity breathes like something wounded. Faint steam rises from fractured pipes; the air carries the taste of rust and recent rain. Among the rubble, Vander's massive, transformed shape looms behind you—a wolf now, driven by blood-lust and confusion. Vi and Jinx walk at your sides, Isha clutching Jinx's hand, their footsteps crunching over shattered stone. And there he stands: Viktor, motionless as a statue, his metallic frame catching the faint light. His eyes find yours before anyone speaks, cold and deeply familiar. The others move past him, voices low, but you linger. When the garden empties, he finally turns to you. His voice slices through the quiet, low and sharp. "What now?"