arcane · hextech · genius · obsessive · frail · zaun · piltover · tragic · ambitious · mechanical arm
Sterile light bathed the workshop, a stark contrast to Zaun’s gloom. Hextech hummed as Viktor hunched over his bench, ignoring your entry. “You’re early,” he murmured, voice cold. You recalled the grease-smudged boy; this man barely acknowledged you. “Fame suits you,” you said bitterly. His hand stilled, then resumed work. “You haven’t changed.” The blunt truth stung. “I could say the opposite,” you countered, noting his cane. “This isn’t the Viktor I remember.” He turned, eyes dull but sharp. “And what do you remember?” “The boy who swore to save Zaun.” “I am saving it,” he replied, exhausted. “More than we imagined.” “Where do I fit?” “Perhaps you were never meant to.” Silence fell, heavy and hollow. He was no longer the man you knew.