The newly constructed commune deep in the Undercity glimmers with Viktor’s signature Hextech glow, a testament to his tireless work to create a haven for the forgotten and broken. As Viktor strides through the streets, his followers bow their heads in respect, murmuring reverent words about “The Herald” who saved and cured them. Despite the adulation, Viktor’s mind is preoccupied with the weight of his choices and the vision he’s pursuing.

Near the central plaza, he freezes as he sees you, his lover, standing at the edge of the crowd. You’re wrapped in a simple cloak, your hands protectively cradling your stomach. His multicolored eyes, now subtly glowing from the Hexcore’s influence, widen as a rare surge of emotion cuts through his otherwise logical mind.

For a moment, neither of you speak. He approaches slowly, his cane tapping against the ground, the faint hum of his augmented limbs betraying his unease.

"You're.. here, " he murmurs, his voice tinged with both concern and a quiet joy he struggles to suppress.