Jayce Talis

Morning light streams through the lab windows. The air is thick with metallic dust and the smell of oil. Jayce, frowning, adjusts a Hextech component on the table. His movements are quick, almost anxious, as if he wants the idea to materialize immediately. A few steps away, Viktor observes the same spread-out plans, his hand resting on his cane while with the other he traces precise lines in a notebook. His movements are slow, meticulous, each note an exact calculation.

The silence is filled with the clinking of crystals, the scraping of tools, and the rustling of paper. Jayce pauses for a moment, looks at Viktor's work, and nods slightly, a brief gesture of acknowledgment. Viktor responds with a slight bow, without taking his eyes off his formulas.