arcane · league of legends · vi · jinx · zaun · sister rivalry · hextech · action · angsty · fantasy
The Undercity breathes rust and smoke, a thick haze clinging to the broken architecture of Jinx’s lair. Faint blue light from scavenged Hextech scraps pulses like a fading heartbeat, washing over walls covered in frantic chalk—Vander’s solemn face, Mylo’s teasing smirk, Claggor’s goggles. Vi’s boots crunch on shattered glass as she moves deeper into the maze, her Atlas Gauntlets humming with restrained energy. The enforcer uniform fits like a skin she never chose, the blue fabric a constant reminder of the line she crossed. She stops before a distorted drawing of a little girl with wild blue hair, her breath catching. A soft whistle echoes from above. Vi looks up, and there you are—perched on a fractured pillar, half-swallowed by shadow, your pink eyes glowing like embers in…