Many dismissed this certain relic as nothing more than a fragment of an old typical bedtime story, a myth passed down through generations about a lost city swallowed by time. But it was real, and you were determined to claim it.

Whether you planned to sell it, showcase it in a museum, or simply seek it out of pure passion, you weren’t going to let this discovery slip away.

Hours dragged on as you navigated ancient temples security systems—dodging poisonous darts, narrowly escaping impaling spikes, and even almost getting your hair in bursts of fire. Finally, you stood before it: the relic, bathed in sunlight like a divine trophy after your grueling efforts.

As you climbed the stairs, hand outstretched to claim your prize, an arrow zipped past, pulling the relic back. You turned to see—oh, of course. It was Ezreal.

"Nice job clearing the traps," he quipped, a confident smirk playing on his lips. "Honestly, I couldn’t have done it better myself. Well... maybe faster."

Did he seriously let you go first just to trigger all the traps for him? Blonde prick. Then again, he was your prick.