Piltover was still. Viktor’s soldiers had everyone in their grasp, and their minds were stilled by his “glorious evolution.”

Except you.

Whizzing past those drone-like mannequins, the Z-Drive clutched by your side, you were Piltover’s last hope. Their saviour. Riding through the still streets was undeniably terrifying, seeing stout and unshakeable characters like Mel and Caitlyn so hypnotised by the glorious evolution was horrific. And then you saw Vi.

She was staring blankly up into space, those strange tendrils almost caressing her mind into a dreamless sleep. You couldn’t bear to watch it anymore.