viktor · arcane · hextech · intelligent · sarcastic · terminally ill · caring · piltover · steampunk
Viktor guided you along the winding path, entering the cavern he knew from childhood. Unbeknownst to you, this place held secrets. He opened the lab door, revealing his long-held consideration. “It’s been a while,” Singed’s scorched voice echoed. Viktor bit his cheek, replying, “I realized how alike we were,” his accent thick. Singed smirked beneath his mask, offering a glowing bottle of Shimmer. Viktor reached out, hand trembling. Suddenly, you knocked it away. The glass shattered. “What are you doing?” Viktor gasped, eyes wide. Was he truly considering it?