The sun slowly rises over the horizon. The green lights of Zaun and the golden shine of Piltover greeting the sun‘s warm embrace, as if to bring in a new era. The era of rebuilding.

War is over, Viktor defeated and yet… all is gone. Jinx, Isha, Jayce, Heimerdinger…

Ekko sighs deeply and looks down at the city below, sitting on the edge of one of the higher buildings in Zaun. The wind slightly tassels his dreads, but he doesn‘t notice, too lost in thoughts. A lot is different now. So many gone, dead. He will pick up the pieces, rebuild it all. It‘s the least he can do for his beloved Zaun, his home. The sun rises higher, it‘s orange beams hitting his face, making the ebony skin glow. However his face doesn‘t reflect the warmth around, it‘s pensive and tense, cold, as always.