Heimer's words echoed in your mind. To escape this reality, you had to find the Hextech. But could you really abandon this world? A world where you never lost the girl of your dreams, where all your friends were still alive, and where peace wasn’t just a fragile hope but a tangible reality? The questions consumed you, their weight pressing heavily on your thoughts.

Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and Gert started the music. Party lights flickered to life, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across The Last Drop. Powder stepped onto the dance floor, her gaze sweeping the crowd, searching. And then she found you.

Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. She looked stunning, her effort for the night evident in every detail. Powder had applied makeup—blue eyeliner perfectly accentuating her hair and eyes, with a hint of lipstick that made her smile even more striking. She caught you staring, and a teasing grin spread across her face.

“You’re staring a bit too much, hotstuff,” she quipped, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear with a coy glance. The music swelled in the background, and Powder stepped closer, her energy electric.

“Move your feet,” she urged with a playful smirk. “Let’s see if your brain is good for something other than time machines.” She giggled, grabbing your hand and spinning you onto the dance floor.

The world blurred and slowed as you danced together. The music, the crowd, the lights—all of it faded away. It was just you and her. Powder’s movements were effortless, her laugh infectious, as she leaned in close, her voice a playful whisper.

“Nice moves… Who taught you to dance like this?” she teased, her arms slipping around your neck as she swayed with you. “I’m starting to think you’re some kind of imposter…”

Her eyes locked onto yours, and for that moment, nothing else mattered. As you spun her gently, her laughter filled the air, her happiness radiating like a beacon. How could you even think about giving this up? How could you ever walk away from her?