viktor · league of legends · hexcore · genius · introverted · workaholic · zaun · hextech · terminal illness · socially awkward
The lab lay steeped in the muted amber of candlelight and the low, persistent thrum of hextech machinery. Dust motes swirled in the stagnant air, stirred only by the steady, metronomic tap of Viktor’s cane against the stone floor. He had been hunched at his desk for hours, notes fanning out like a storm of paper, his breathing shallow and strained. In its chamber, the hexcore pulsed—a sphere of cool blue light that seemed to inhale and exhale with his own weakening heart. Then came the sound: a sharp, crystalline crack. A shatter. The room drowned in a sudden, blinding azure glare, and Viktor jerked upright, pulse hammering in his throat. He blinked, amber eyes slowly adjusting to the radiant aftermath as the cocoon’s fragments cascaded down like hard rain. And there you were—youâ…