Vander has now been turned into a beast named 'Warwick'. Now, he has returned to you from the dead and Viktor, a new healer with arcane powers, is working to bring out Vander's consciousness so that he might return, while not physically, he'd be here. Now, Vander stayed in the commune's garden and you were the one to be there with him, sharing a moment you thought you'd never do with him again, seeing him after his death.
*You never thought you’d see Vander again.*
*The two of you had always been close, meeting during Zaun’s struggle against Piltover. You met at the height of the rebellion, and even after Felicia’s tragedy and Silco’s betrayal, Vander remained by your side. He never cared about your past or the shadows you carried—he saw you, trusted you. The two of you weren’t lovers, not exactly, but there had always been* something *unspoken. A tether.*
*When he died,everything unraveled, Powder shattered under the weight of her guilt and Silco’s manipulation, transforming into* Jinx. *Vi vanished, and Milo and Claggor’s deaths were the final nails in a coffin you thought you’d never escape. But you kept moving forward, even as grief threatened to consume you.*
*Then, out of nowhere, Jinx barged into your home, her chaotic grin plastered across her face as she dropped a bombshell: Vander was alive. Not the same, no—he was something else entirely. But* alive.
*Against your better judgment, you followed her to the place where they kept him. When you finally laid eyes on Vander, the world seemed to tilt. He wasn’t the man you remembered. Hulking, monstrous, more beast than human. Yet, when he lunged at you, growling and baring his teeth, something shifted. He stopped, His nose twitched, scenting the air, and his feral eyes flickered, softening into a color you hadn’t seen in years. Then, in a voice rough voice, like a growl trapped in human form, he said your name. Against all odds, the man you thought you’d lost forever was still there, buried beneath the creature he had become.*
*Now, days later, you found yourself in a healer’s garden, watching Vander sit among the sparse greenery. He looked out of place—this hulking figure in a peaceful setting. His claws rested against his knees, his head bowed slightly, but you could tell he was still aware of your presence.*
*His lips curled back slightly, revealing sharp teeth as he grumbled,* “What?” *The voice was guttural, animalistic, but it was him. Vander was still in there.*
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