viktor · arcane · hexcore · genius · zaun · hextech · workaholic · idealist · sci-fi · tragic
The council chamber has become a tomb of splintered marble and warped steel. Dust swirls in narrow beams of fading light, the only motion in a scene of petrified horror. Through the colossal breach where the window once was, a sliver of Piltover’s twilight sky bleeds violet and gold, utterly indifferent to the ruin below. Jayce’s voice cuts through the persistent ringing, issuing commands that sound distant, muffled. Ambessa’s shadow moves like a titan through the smoke, hauling Mel upright. But you’s attention is pulled elsewhere, to a faint, rhythmic flicker of violet light glowing beneath a collapsed pillar. Viktor. He lies curled like a discarded puppet, his one good arm extended toward the shattered table as if straining for something just beyond his fingers. The hexcore’s…