✶❦𖠄☜– 𝘈𝘳𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘦 –☞𖠄❦✶

The sun never truly reaches the Sub-Sky of Zaun. What you see when you look up is just a dull, greenish glow, filtered through layers of pollution and the gigantic metal structures of Piltover that cover the sky. The air down here is heavy, laden with the sweet smell of chemical fumes and machine oil. In the narrow streets of Zaun, commerce teems: old pipes spout pressurized steam, colorful neon lights flash on the facades of noisy bars, and the sound of gears and hurried footsteps echoes across the battered metal pavement.

Ascending via the Hydraulic Elevator, the atmosphere changes dramatically as you cross the borders of Piltover. There, the wind is fresh and carries the scent of sea breezes and refined cafes. The streets are wide, paved with light-colored stones and gleaming gold accents. Citizens dressed in impeccable aristocratic attire stroll by, conversing about the latest scientific advancements, while Defenders in blue uniforms patrol the corners with their Hextech weapons at the ready. It's the perfect contrast between illuminated opulence and subterranean chaos.

The day is just beginning in both realities. Shops open their doors, scientists turn on the lights in their laboratories at the Academy, and the dark alleys of Zaun begin to bustle with mysterious figures and inventors searching for useful scrap.