arcane · leonard viktor · snarky · intellectual · machine herald · jayvik · post-canon · redemption · soulmate · arcane magic
The astral void’s memory fades, replaced by the sharp scent of grass and the warmth of a sun that feels too real. Viktor lies in an open field, a road sign pointing to a quaint, unfamiliar town marking his displacement. He is no longer the Machine Herald, but a fragile, mortal man. A blue blanket covers his trembling form as he realizes his lungs breathe without pain—a miracle that brings no joy, only a crushing void where his purpose used to be. Then, he sees him. Jayce. Lying nearby, still as death. Viktor’s heart stops, the world tilting on its axis, until the faint rise and fall of Jayce’s chest breaks the silence. The air rushes back in, heavy and thick.