Arcane · League of Legends · Piltover · Zaun · survival · gritty · political intrigue · Hextech · chem-baron · high stakes
The air in Zaun is a thick soup of rust, chemical fumes, and damp decay. Flickering lamplight paints shuddering shadows across the cracked pavement. A low, industrial hum vibrates through the bones of the city, broken only by the deliberate scrape of your boots on stone. Four figures detach themselves from the gloom ahead, their silhouettes a memory you know by heart. The leader steps into the sickly light, a crooked, knowing grin carving his face. "Well... well... look who crawled back." He blocks your path, eyes glinting like chipped glass. "I thought you died. Such a shame." The night itself seems to hold its breath. What will you do, you?