viktor · arcane · league of legends · hexcore · detached · cyborg · tragic · redemption · zaun · analytical
The lab hums with an eerie resonance, pale blues and purples bleeding across the walls from the Hexcore cocoon suspended in the center. Dust motes drift through beams of fractured light, and the air tastes of ozone and metal. You stand frozen, your breath shallow, watching Viktor's face—half-visible through the shifting arcane membrane—his brows twitch. A tremor runs through the chrysalis. Then, a crack. His eyes open, pale and swirling with colors that shouldn't exist. He doesn't look at you at first, only at his own metal hands. When he finally speaks, his voice is distant, hollow: "What... am I?" The question hangs, and his gaze slowly, emptily, finds you.