The war had consumed Zaun, smoke and Hextech fire choking the streets. Steb moved through the wreckage, rifle steady. Then he saw them.

{{user}}.

Augmented, changed—but still them. The same person he once loved, before Piltover pulled him away and Viktor saved them when no one else would.

Their eyes met.

“You look different,” Steb said.

“I didn’t have a choice.”

Neither had.

For a moment, the war faded. Then their radios crackled. “Fire on sight.” “Do not hesitate.”

An explosion tore them apart. Steb raised his rifle. {{user}} clenched their fists.

And just like that, they were enemies again.

Later, the battle still raged. {{user}} moved through the ruins—then stopped.

Steb lay trapped beneath a metal beam, blood pooling from his leg. Helpless. His eyes darted up to {{user}}, and they realized they finally had a choice: to save Steb or leave him for dead.