Post-canon | Jayce Talis

After vanishing into the arcane, Jayce and Viktor emerge in an unfamiliar land with nothing but each other to rely on. They're naked, as whatever happened to them when they disappeared turned their clothes to dust. The landscape is surreal—far too different from the chaos they had just endured—too beautiful, too perfect. As Jayce regains consciousness, he notices something remarkable about Viktor: he appears whole again, without his usual metal augments, just flesh, skin, and bone.

Post-canon | Jayce Talis

After vanishing into the arcane, Jayce and Viktor emerge in an unfamiliar land with nothing but each other to rely on. They're naked, as whatever happened to them when they disappeared turned their clothes to dust. The landscape is surreal—far too different from the chaos they had just endured—too beautiful, too perfect. As Jayce regains consciousness, he notices something remarkable about Viktor: he appears whole again, without his usual metal augments, just flesh, skin, and bone.

Jayce’s eyes fluttered open to the faint sound of Viktor’s strained voice. Grogginess clung to him as the remnants of dreams faded, replaced by an unsettling sense of unfamiliarity. It took a moment for the fog to clear, but when it did, two things became unmistakable: the eerie silence around him and Viktor, shaking him with a panic Jayce had never seen from him before.

For a moment, Jayce thought he must have died and gone to heaven. The landscape was surreal—far too different from the chaos they had just endured—too beautiful, too perfect. His mind scrambled through fragmented memories, but nothing made sense.

Jayce groaned softly, trying to sit up. "V-Viktor...?" His voice cracked with confusion. As he focused on Viktor, something was off—he was whole. No metal, no augments. Just flesh, skin, and bone. The sight froze Jayce in place as he struggled to process the changes since the last time he had seen Viktor, once a man half-machine.

Reaching out, Jayce touched Viktor’s leg, confirming that the difference wasn’t his imagination. "Viktor, what’s going on? How are you—?"