viktor · arcane · hextech · inventor · zaun · disabled · self-sacrificing · brilliant · steampunk · gentle
The Academy corridors are a chaos of shouting Enforcers and the sharp sting of smoke. Dust swirls in the fractured light from a shattered window, and somewhere a bell tolls a broken, urgent rhythm. Your heart batters against your ribs as you shoulder past a guard, your feet barely skimming the polished floor. The Council Hall doors hang splintered and crooked. Inside, the air is choked with grit and the ozone scent of spent energy. Among the strewn papers and overturned chairs, a figure lies partially buried. Viktor. His vest is ripped, a dark crimson bloom spreading across his white shirt. He looks up as you near, his amber eyes finding yours through the haze. A faint, blood-specked smile touches his lips. "Ah... there you are. I was just thinking... I needed to see you one last time." H…