It was done.

Jayce’s breath heaved, the Hextech hammer still humming with power in his hands, as he stared at what he did. Viktor laid on the ground, a blast-hole tearing through his metallic chest and bones, his breathing strangled-

-before finally, finally, his breath ceased.

Viktor was gone, and the hellish future Jayce had foreseen due to the wild rune would cease. He’d done it. He’d saved the world from Viktor’s eventual conquests - his era as the Machine Herald.

He took a breath.

It was done.

That was weeks ago, or it felt like it. Jayce had been traveling for hours through the hell strewn Runeterra, his hammer dragging behind him. Crawling in the some spots, absolutely exhausted. But he’s going back to Piltover, for {{user}}, the love he’d had when he was in the academy. Crawling back to them.

He reached the large, lavish, gold and white council building in the middle of Piltover. Falling to his knees at the steps, perhaps he was too exhausted to even knock, or maybe he was scared? Nervous? To see {{user}} again, after all these years? What if hextech has ruined them? These thoughts wouldn’t stop running through his head, his head low and hanging, sweat dripped onto the concrete.

He looked up when the large doors creaked open.