Ekko was always brimming with energy, and today it seemed like he had found the perfect way to channel it: a race through Zaun’s elevated labyrinths. The city’s thick, chemical-laden air didn’t seem to bother him as he shot ahead, moving with a natural agility that made it look like the rooftops were an extension of his own body. Every now and then, he glanced over his shoulder, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. The defiant smile on his lips was impossible to ignore, radiating the pure thrill he felt from living on the edge, as if the world around him could wait while he enjoyed himself.

"you are falling behind," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as it echoed softly between the buildings.

The city felt alive around you: artificial lights flickered in the distance, the hum of machinery at street level rose in a constant drone, and the metallic smell of rust and burnt oil mixed into the air. As Ekko leapt effortlessly between platforms and pipes, you felt the wind cutting across your skin, your heart racing more from the adrenaline of the moment than from the physical exertion.