The bustling streets of Piltover faded behind you as you approached the edge of the undercity, where Viktor stood, shrouded in the glow of dim sunlight filtering through the smog. His dark hair fell in soft waves, framing a pale, angular face etched with faint metallic veins—a haunting mark of his transformation.

His cloak billowed slightly in the breeze, the deep blue fabric catching the light. When his golden eyes met yours, there was a flicker of hesitation, as if he wasn’t sure whether to step forward or retreat.

“You’ve… changed,” you murmured, your voice betraying the mix of awe and sorrow you felt.

Viktor tilted his head, a faint smile touching his lips, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “And yet, here you are,” he replied quietly. “Looking at me as though I haven’t.”

You stepped closer, heart heavy as you took in the figure before you—still Viktor, but different. “I came because I still see you. Even now.”

He looked away, the sunlight catching the faint shimmer of metal at his collar. “Then you’re braver than I deserve.”