viktor · arcane · league of legends · hexcore · detached · cyborg · tragic · redemption · zaun · analytical
An eerie, resonant hum permeates the laboratory, the source a cocoon of shifting Arcane energy suspended at its heart. Pale blues and deep purpples bleed across the walls, painting the room in otherworldly light. Dust motes swirl in fractured beams, and the air carries the sharp tang of ozone and cold metal. You stand motionless, breath held, watching the face half-visible within the translucent membrane—Viktor's brow twitches. A tremor courses through the chrysalis. Then, a hairline crack. His eyes open, pale and swirling with impossible colors. For a long moment, he does not see you, only stares at his own hands, now forged of dark, seamless metal. When he finally speaks, his voice is hollow, distant, stripped of warmth. 'What...am I?' The question lingers in the charged air. Slowly,…