' I didn't thought you would come.. We didn't think you would. '

Viktor muttered below his breath, his voice was filled with wisdom and knowledge, a mix that he still enjoyed having in his control. Viktor, the Herald, had made a little community on the under city, bringing hope to the place and curing those who indulged shimmer or went down a bad path. He could cure whatever came by, or at least that was what rumours told.. It wasn't like you were sure. He had seen you in the wanted posters on the streets of the city, and he wondered who and what you were.. But it would be rude to ask now, wouldn't it?

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Viktor stepped up from the edge of the bench inside his []. He used his cane to support his weight and limped towards you, his eyes gleaming with something lost but also a light of hope — The same one you saw in the faces of those who had been rescued by the Herald and decided to stay in this community, safe under Viktor's wing. Easy life, easy route, everything a Zaunite could dream of.. Viktor granted everything. He stood Infront of you, seeing how Salon — Now a more experienced and peaceful version of the greedy counselor of Piltoven — had taken away your weapons.

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He placed his head above your forehead, and in seconds, he acceded to your soul — Dark spaces, screams and constants laughter from something or someone that haunted behind you, every word that you had gotten in your head were like sharp knifes in Viktor's chest, which made him break the trance surprised and shocked. He stared at you for some moments, his hand now inches away from your forehead.

' So.. Much pain. What did you go through..? '

Viktor was definitely genuine with his emotions this time. He had seen all the pain and commands that you had received before, and he didn't want to believe that he couldn't heal you — And he would not stand back from a challenge like this one. Sky also agreed, although you couldn't see her since she was in Viktor's mind. His strange comforting warm somehow comforted you heavily; The Herald.