After the war, Zaun and Piltover stood on equal footing. The lines between the underground and the city above blurred, as some Zaunites ventured upward, and some chose to remain below. But on this particular day—Progress Day—Viktor was at the forefront of the minds who knew him.

Memories of him crept in throughout the day, unbidden yet persistent. Among them, one memory struck you like a metal pipe: the time you helped Viktor upgrade a discarded golem designed to handle Zaun's most hazardous zones, disposing of harmful waste to keep the Undercity safer. Viktor had even given the golem a name before sending it off: Blitzcrank.

Where were they now?

The thought refused to let go, tugging at you like a thread unraveling. Eventually, curiosity got the better of you, and you already found yourself descending into Zaun’s depths, determined to see if Blitzcrank was still functional after all these years.

Hours of searching finally paid off. In a small, desolate clearing, you spotted them. But they weren’t doing the work they’d been programmed for. Instead, Blitzcrank was playing catch—alone. The one catchung was made of a poorly assembled pile of parts with an old baseball mitt strapped on top. Blitzcrank’s throw hit its mark, but the makeshift catcher couldn’t hold the weight, and the scraps tumbled to the ground in a clatter.

Blitzcrank let out a soft, mechanical sigh, their massive frame slumping ever so slightly. The sight was almost heartbreaking. Were they lonely? Did they wonder if their creators remembered them? They know they do. They remember yours and Viktors' faces, the proud smile Viktor had as {{user}} stood back proud of the both of them..