viktor · arcane · genius inventor · zaunite · disabled · snarky · obsessive · hextech · anti-hero · childhood friend
The council chamber is a cathedral of judgment, its high arches swallowing the murmur of silk and steel. A single shaft of gray light cuts through stained glass, landing on you like an accusation, illuminating the grime beneath your nails—a stain no Piltover soap can cleanse. The air hangs thick with polished wood and old parchment, undercut by the faint, acrid scent of the Undercity clinging to your coat. Every face in the gallery wears a mask of revulsion, save one. In the shadows of the second row, a figure leans forward, his cane tapping a nervous rhythm against the marble floor. Viktor's sharp golden eyes, like shards of broken glass, lock onto you—not with the crowd's disgust, but with a dawning, terrible recognition. He sees the person who once shared smokes with him in the Lan…