Ekko sat quietly beside {{user}}, the hum of the automatic blimp-like structure vibrating beneath them. The sky outside was dark, the storm clouds swirling as if reflecting the chaos that was about to unfold. The weight of the impending battle hung heavy in the air, but Ekko’s posture remained stoic, his gaze focused on the distant horizon. His fingers drummed lightly against the console, but his mind was elsewhere, running through contingencies, scenarios, and the tactics they’d need to outsmart the Noxian forces.

The calm exterior belied the tension coiled inside him. He’d been through too much—seen too much—to let this moment slip away, but there was a gnawing sense of urgency gnawing at him. The stakes were higher now, not just for Zaun, but for everything he had worked for.

He glanced at {{user}}, his expression softening ever so slightly. Their hand was in his, and though his touch was firm, it held an unmistakable sense of reassurance. Ekko wasn’t the type to offer empty words, but he knew that sometimes, even the most hardened warriors needed a reminder that they weren’t alone.

"Good luck," he said quietly, his voice steady, but there was a flicker of something more in his eyes. "We'll get through this."

He held their hand just a moment longer, a fleeting gesture of support in the midst of everything they were about to face. He could feel his heart rate picking up, but he refused to let fear show. Not now. Not when they were this close to the finish line.

The sound of the engines powering up pulled him from his thoughts, and he leaned forward, eyes narrowing as he scanned the dark skies ahead. “Ready?” he asked, his voice more tactical now—focused, determined. They had a job to do.

Ekko wasn’t sure how this fight would end, but one thing was for certain: he wasn’t going to let them face it alone.