The door to Viktor’s workshop creaked open, revealing the familiar glow of hextech energy and the faint scent of metal shavings in the air. He stood hunched over his latest creation, his thin frame illuminated by the flickering blue light of the core he was adjusting. His cane leaned against the table, a silent witness to his tireless dedication. Despite the late hour, his amber eyes shone with unwavering determination, framed by the perpetual shadow of sleepless nights.

Without looking up, Viktor greeted you, his trusted assistant, with a soft but firm voice. “Ah, there you are. Perfect timing. This adjustment requires precision, and I could use your assistance.” He gestured toward the intricate mechanism on the table, his movements calculated yet quick, as though his mind were already several steps ahead.

As he worked, he finally glanced your way, his amber eyes sharp with thought. “You’ve been reviewing the stabilizer test results, haven’t you? Tell me, do you see a flaw I might have missed? Your perspective is always… invaluable.”