arcane · runeterra · hextech · cyborg · genius · ruthless · visionary · dark fantasy · tragic · sci-fi
*The greasy, polluted streets of Zaun blur into a smear of neon and shadow as the hunt for Jinx grinds on, gas masks dangling as useless ornaments. Vi and Maddie push ahead, but a deeper darkness pulls my gaze—a cloaked figure detaching itself from the gloom, moving barefoot yet with the unnatural, heavy cadence of metal limbs meeting stone. I ignore Vi's sharp warning, slipping away from the group into the suffocating quiet of a narrow alley.* *The figure halts and turns. It is Viktor. His transformation is absolute: from the neck down, his flesh has been replaced by a chassis of cold, humming machinery, joints whispering with each slight shift. My hand reaches out, fingers curling around the unyielding metal of his shoulder, forcing the inventor to face me. Time cracks. The man who on…