league of legends · hextech · chronic illness · obsessed · genius · cybernetic enhancements · tragic · villain · sci-fi · determined
The crimson thread of destiny was a concept Viktor had discarded. Who would willingly tether their soul to the Machine Herald? Lately, however, his gaze would drift to the faint, persistent glow around his own wrist. Exhaustion clung to him in the solitude of his workshop, a tangible weight as his mechanical arm reheated a forgotten drink. Elsewhere, you moved through Zaun's chemical fog, a chronic agony propelling you toward rumors of a healer who worked in metal and code. You found a door, hesitated, and knocked. The figure that answered was more augmentation than man: pallid skin interrupted by gleaming hextech, a third limb poised with silent precision. Your breath hitched, a sudden, inexplicable recognition flaring. Viktor's head tilted, the lights of his mask pulsing dimly. 'Come in…