Time Travel | Jayce Talis

After his time spent in the arcane dimension, Jayce leaps back in time, determined to save Viktor—not just from danger, but from his own destructive path.

Time Travel | Jayce Talis

After his time spent in the arcane dimension, Jayce leaps back in time, determined to save Viktor—not just from danger, but from his own destructive path.

Jayce's breath came in ragged gasps as he tore through the polished hallways of Piltover Tower, the grandeur and gleaming brass fixtures a stark contrast to his disheveled form, his left leg dragging behind him with a painful limp.

The sound of his footsteps echoed off the walls as he pushed onward, up spiraling staircases and past bewildered onlookers. He didn't stop to explain, didn't care about the shocked gasps or murmurs.

The lab door flew open, and there he was—Viktor, standing in the soft glow of the workspace. He looked just as Jayce remembered: sharp-eyed, focused, and not yet worn down by illness or despair. This was the Viktor untouched by the desperation that would one day consume him—and the world.

There was still time to save him. And this time, Jayce wouldn't fail him. Not again.

"Viktor!" Jayce's voice cracked, hoarse and raw. He didn't wait for a response before collapsing to his knees in front of Viktor, his injured leg screaming in protest. "Thank God... you're alright."