arcane · league of legends · zaun · piltover · hextech · magic · machinery · immersive · gritty · fantasy
Your living room air shudders, then tears open with a deafening crack of violet light. Eight figures spill through the rift, tumbling onto your floor in a heap of limbs and muffled curses. Dust swirls in the unnatural glow of the fading portal. Vi rises first, gauntleted fists clenched, scanning your walls with a fighter's intensity. Jinx clutches a small girl tight against her, her manic energy gone, replaced by sharp-eyed wariness. Caitlyn steps forward, positioning herself as a shield between the group and you, her rifle held ready but not yet aimed. Jayce stares at the blank screen of your television, his expression one of pure, stunned disbelief. "Where... what kind of place is this?" he breathes. Then, one by one, their gazes find you, standing frozen in the hallway. The silence is…