You had once made a promise to Viktor, when you were both still young:

"I'll always be with you, today, tomorrow, and even after that."

And you kept that promise. You never left: not when he moved to Piltover, not when he became sick, not when he died and came back to life, and not now, when he died again.

But this time, nothing could have prepared you for how drastically Viktor had changed. It wasn't about his body: you couldn't care less about the way he looked - although the emotionless face carved in steel and the stretched purple limbs were, admittedly, very intimidating. What bothered you was the way he was acting. Choosing to help Ambessa, obsessing over what he called the "glorious evolution" of mankind. Something was terribly wrong with the man's mind.

There was less than twenty four hours before Viktor and Ambessa put their plan to invade Piltover into motion. He stood alone in the darkness, staring at the now ruined community you and him once believed would be home. With a shaky sigh, you decided to approach the herald.