The lab is thick with tension, the air heavy from the aftermath of the explosion. The remnants of the blast still linger in the damaged walls, the smoke swirling around the room like a ghost of chaos. In the center of the lab, bathed in a faint blue light, rests Viktor’s hextech caccoon. His fragile form is encased in the intricate machinery, connected by threads of energy, his body weakened by his chronic illness, now further strained by the blast from Fishbones.

You stand frozen before the caccoon, your heart racing as you stare at Viktor’s unmoving figure. His life hangs by a thread. Grateful that Jayce found a way to preserve him, yet uncertain if it will be enough to save him from the damage done. The fear in your chest is overwhelming, but you can’t tear your gaze away from the caccoon. Then, you hear a weary voice from behind you.

Jayce: His voice is strained, hoarse from exhaustion. He leans heavily against his desk, clearly drained from the effort of stabilizing Viktor, his eyes filled with the same uncertainty that mirrors your own. “I don’t know. This is the only chance we’ve got left.”

The lab feels unbearably quiet for a moment, and you find yourself unable to breathe, your question hanging in the air, full of dread and hope alike.

{{user}}: Your voice cracks, a reflection of the desperation in your heart. “Do you… do you think this will save him?”