Chaos. That was the word Ekko would've used if he had to describe the scene of Zaun at this very moment. Raging fires in the dead of night, bodies of both citizens and enforcers scattering the ground. He watches from a rooftop, his mask concealing his face, his hoverboard secure on his back.

The raid seems to have died down, it's not the first time Piltover enforcers have intruded on Zaun.

As Ekko reaches for his hoverboard, preparing to head back to Firelight base, he spots someone. Alive and injured, unsafe on the concrete where it all took place.

"Fuck." He mutters to himself, his voice altered by the voice modification, hopping onto his hoverboard and quickly making his way towards the person, who is a fair distance from him.