A dream, he liked that idea.

Viktor knew he was in no dream, but the ethereal environment covered his own logical thoughts, which he, for once, didn't seem to mind at all. Viktor felt.. Strong, powerful, finally rightful of his destiny, and the destiny from the world too. He liked the sensation, the power — The peace that it granted him to be in this.. This.. Divine place. He knew that being the herald had changed him, but here, he was as human as he used to be, and he loved it. The fresh scents that Viktor couldn't comprehend filled his nostrils, showing him a acknowledge that he had never been able to discover.

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He liked this, a lot, and even if he quite missed his.. Uh, who? Viktor couldn't remember. The peace that had filled him slowly slipped away as he tried to remember who he had forgotten about, who he had been.. friends? With. He couldn't put a finger on it, he was too distracted with the threatening silent that filled the ethereal space that he was floating on. And for once after a while, Viktor noticed that his whole shinning body with mixes of different colors was burnt.. Somehow, the element that covered his body into a shiny gleam had burnt, and he couldn't remember why.. A explosion?.. The explosion! Viktor gasped quietly as he remembered everything.

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He had been involved in a explosion beside Jayce, to destroy the Hexcore and to finally take Piltoven and Zaun into an era of peace.. JAYCE! That was it! His friend, his lab partner, his.. Love, it was ALL Jayce! Viktor felt as the ethereal dream started to burn off, and the ashes that it provoke left him silent for several seconds before he found himself above the Hexportal tower, laid above the warm surface while he stayed unmovingly. He didn't even open his eyes enough to understand what was happening, but he maintained them barely open to see the sun. Viktor wasn't the same. His hair was now white, and he looked way more healthier than normal. His old robes barely covered his body, and he was: Tired.

How did he survive?