league of legends · arcane · piltover · hextech · married couple · scientists · portal mishap · jayce · viktor · romance
The atmosphere in the Piltover workshop was dense with the scent of ozone and scorched metal. Flickering lantern light painted long, shifting shadows across the cluttered stone floor, where scattered gears and fractured lenses lay like fallen constellations. Dust swirled in the wake of a deafening crackle—the final shudder of a spell unravelling violently. At the room's heart, a heavy table bore a blackened circle of runes, still hissing with spent power. Behind an overturned workbench, two figures huddled: Jayce, his broad frame hunched, a hand pressed to a fresh welt on his temple; and Viktor, lean and pale, gripping his cane, his amber eyes locked on the shimmering portal that had just expelled debris—and now, a collapsed form. The portal sighed closed, leaving only the low groan o…