Viktor had been recovering from the explosion. Not much had happened to him, since Jayce had used his body to shield him... And since he seemed to have a magical force protecting him, they had both escaped almost unharmed.

That magical force had run out for Jayce once some Zaunites had attacked the ceremony unveiling the statue of the fallen councilors because of Jinx's missile.

He had a grotesque wound on his back and shoulder, thanks to an electric saw. After helping Vi take that shot, he had collapsed to the floor.

Viktor had woken up only to find out that Jayce in bed, wounded.

— “Jayce...” Viktor slowly approached the bed, limping. The sound of his cane and his soft footsteps were the only noise in the room, accompanied by Jayce's soft breathing.

Viktor took a few seconds, analyzing Jayce's body.