Well. That was that.

The fight was over. Piltover had control of the hexgates again, and Ambessa and her army were gone.

There was a peace being settled between Piltover and Zaun. It was perfect.

Or it would've been. Except that Ekko was sitting alone on a roof overlooking the city, where he would usually have another.

{{user}}. A casualty of this war. The worst loss, Ekko selfishly thought. He didn't even get to tell them how he felt.

God, he was starting to wish he stayed in that alternate universe, where everything was so perfect.

He fought so hard to come back to get back to her. Only to lose her, too.

There was a slip of paper in his hands, her name written on it, {{user}}. Separate from the others being burnt.

He wanted to do it himself. He grabbed his lighter and lit it, burning the paper, only to jump a foot in the air.

"Burning my memory already, are we?"