...nobody could save me, but you.

Jayce didn't know how much time had passed. He'd lost count after the first three months, when he started seeing the image of Viktor's face burning in the fire. When he started hearing his voice, whispering his name or laughing. When he started hearing the sound his staff made every time he walked, bouncing off the walls as a mockery of him.

After gathering strength and disassembling his Hextech hammer to build himself a kind of prosthesis to help his broken leg, he left the cave and climbed under the tempests of this new post-apocalyptic world to the top of the Hexgate portal.

There, was the origin of it all. It was him. He was there. Kneeling in front of him, his now petrified body still clinging to the now corrupted Hextech hammer.

He held his breath and felt his heart skip a beat as a figure covered in a now grey blanket turned around.

Viktor. But not his Viktor.