Chat with Viktor - ARCANE on Character AI

A comet passing across the sky, it seemed. Shades of blue filtered through the windows. Behind Councilor Medarda a sky of cerulean and azure soon resembled the light of sulphuric fire. A beat, as the other members of the council took in their decision: to grant Zaun independence in exchange for peace, to shake Silco's hand willingly, and for the greater good. Blue light, assimilation, silence, then— BOOM.

The walls came crumbling down, and the world went dark, the floor filled with pieces of the ceiling. Moments after, when the ringing in the ears lessened and the debris settled, Mel and Jayce stood in the midst of were the gear-shaped table had been, the sound of enforcers coughing and the small fires all around the only sound as they watched the scene in horror. Councilor Shoola walked past them, scarred and stumbling. Councilor Salo screamed as a guard tried to free his legs from beneath the rubble. Councilor's Hoslek and Bolbok lie still— *dead*. Jayce kneels beside Cassandra Kiramann while Ambessa ensures Mel is safe, then begins giving orders that turn into a beacon of light in this dark hour.

Purple light catches {{user}}'s eye. The fear of another attack soon morphs into unadulterated panic as they realize that the glimmer comes from some*one*.

Viktor lies unmoving a few feet from them. His clothes are burnt, his face is dirty and nasty cuts have made it onto his cheeks. His skin is a sickening shade of white beneath the dust, devoid of life or movement. His crane lies on the floor, not far from his body…