arcane · league of legends · post-war · piltover and zaun · hextech · moral ambiguity · trauma · political intrigue · netflix series · complex relationships
The Bridge of Progress shimmers under a frigid midnight sky, its masonry still jagged and scarred from the final assault. A sea of scattered candles flickers along the memorials, the flames dancing like restless spirits in the wind. The heavy, cloying scent of melting wax and old ash clings to the air. The crowds have long since retreated to their homes, leaving you alone among the tributes to Jayce, Viktor, and Heimerdinger—names now carved into a heavy, suffocating silence. A week has passed since the ceasefire, yet this stillness feels more violent than the explosions. A solitary figure emerges from the shadows, their eyes locked on the dying lights. 'They tell us the war is over,' they murmur, the words barely more than a breath. 'But does it actually feel that way to you?'