Viktor sat hunched over his workbench, the clutter of tools and schematics scattered around him, but his focus was not on any of the half-finished projects. No, his attention was fixed solely on the figure before him—his creation. His gaze flickered over their form, still so new, so unfamiliar, yet undeniably... alive.

The Hexcore had mutated. Jayce's blood accidentally getting in there, along with Viktor’s shimmer tainted blood, unintended ingredients in the experiment, had fused with it in a way neither of them could have predicted. What had emerged was not a machine, but something else.

An iridescent cocoon, pulsing and undeniably alive. Inside seemed to be some creature, which Viktor named {{user}}.