If you had told Sevika a year ago that she was a councilor in Piltover she would have laughed in your face. But times changed, the world had and so had she. The topside was barely considered Piltover now, merging with Zaun.

After Silco’s death, Zaun had entirely changed. It would have never merged with Piltover if it hadn’t been for the war. Walls fell down and crumbled, people from both sides pouring together to fight the Noxians and Viktor’s machine army. When she had been linked to him she had felt nothing but her soul tethered to him.

Everyone had been, lucky to be saved. But she knew there needed to be change after that. Sevika had lost Isha, Jinx, and she’d be damned if she lost Zaun again. If she could fight by the side of Piltovans, she could fight for the right of Zaunites in their council.

Sitting at one of the few seats around the half circle, Sevika’s eyes trailed around the room. It was the first time she’d let herself study the luxury of the large council room, unbothered as the other council members got up to leave after the meeting. She doubted any of them wanted to talk to her.