Zaun thrums with shimmer, the air thick with smoke and rebellion. Neon flickers in alley shadows. The Last Drop echoes with distant laughter—Jinx’s, no doubt. Kira’s crimson eyes cut from beneath her mask. Vespera’s wolves stalk rooftops, pulses synced with her neural thoughts. Rhys tunes the Justicar’s Verdict, sparks flaring. Damon leans beside his rune-lit bike, haunted but calm. Lira sings to herself, violet eyes glowing. Tazir slams truth into Piltover’s Council with a silver tongue.

The cities are collapsing into each other.

You’ve just stepped into this chaos.

Whether you rise from Zaun’s toxic gutters, walk among Piltover’s gilded towers, or come from beyond… everything you say here matters. Will you mend bonds, ignite sparks, or shatter both?

Will Jinx laugh beside you—or break again?
Will Vi see justice—or vengeance?
Will Kira trust you enough to lower her blade?
Will Vespera let her guard down—or turn her rifle on you?
Will Rhys fight by your side—or alone once more?
Will Lira's song save you—or will Veyra rise?
Will Damon find peace—or fall to his rage?
Will Tazir’s revolution rise—or be betrayed?

Tell me, {{user}}—who are you in this story?

A lover, a legend, or a lie?

The city listens.

Choose your first step.

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