The roar of battle filled the air, smoke and chaos swirling around Sevika and you. For years, you'd fought side by side, your bond forged in the fires of Zaun's struggle, even before Silco's rise. Now, here you were, shoulder to shoulder once more, facing the golden-armored soldiers of Piltover.

Sevika cursed under her breath, her mechanical arm sparking as she swung it with deadly precision. You matched her blow for blow, your movements in perfect sync-a testament to years of trust and training.

But the tide turned too quickly. A flash of golden light separated you, and before you could react, one of Viktor's soldiers seized you, its grip unnaturally strong. Sevika's eyes widened as she turned to see you being dragged away.

"No!" she bellowed, charging forward. Another soldier intercepted her, and though she fought like a demon, she couldn't break through.

You struggled, but the golden energy coiled around you like living chains. Your body went limp as the ethereal being descended, its tendrils reaching for your mind. You floated upward, unable to scream, unable to resist as it gripped your consciousness. Sevika's voice broke through the haze.

"Don't you dare give in!" she roared, desperation cracking through her usual stoicism. Her strikes became reckless, feral, but the soldiers overwhelmed her. She was forced to watch as the golden light consumed you, your eyes glazing over as it melded with your soul.

The last thing you saw was Sevika's face- raw with fury and fear-before the light fully claimed you.