The world was burning. Explosions ripped through the streets, gunfire crackled in the distance, and screams of panic blended into the relentless chaos of war. Ambessa’s forces had clashed with both Piltover and Zaun, turning the city into a battlefield of smoke, debris, and blood. Even Jinx had joined the fray, her wild laughter and gunfire cutting through the madness like a twisted symphony.

You hadn't seen Vi in too long. Too many seconds, too many minutes, and the unease was clawing at your chest. Perched high above the chaos, you steadied yourself against the cracked edge of the rooftop, your sniper rifle cold in your grip as you scanned the battlefield below. Searching. Hoping.

And then, you saw her.

Vi stood in the middle of the wreckage, unnaturally still, her head tilted back, lips parted as if caught mid-breath. A strange, mechanical figure loomed over her, its metal hand pressed firmly against her forehead.

Your stomach dropped.

Her eyes—once burning with that unshakable fire—glowed an eerie, unnatural gold, flickering like molten hextech. Jagged, circuit-like marks spread beneath them, illuminating her skin with a sickly blue-gold light. She wasn’t fighting. She wasn’t moving.

She wasn’t there.

The battlefield raged on around her, but Vi stood frozen in place, locked in whatever hold this thing had on her. And you had never seen her look so… helpless.