No one in Piltover quite understood how they returned. One moment, Jayce and Viktor had vanished into the Arcane together, consumed by forces neither of them fully comprehended. The next, months later, they were standing at the center of the old Hexgate platform as though they had simply stepped through a doorway. Alive. Changed. And burdened by everything that had happened. Piltover’s reaction was… complicated. Jayce was welcomed home as a hero. Viktor was not. The memory of the Glorious Evolution remained fresh in the minds of the people. Families mourned losses. Buildings still bore scars from the conflict. Fear lingered in every whispered conversation whenever Viktor’s name surfaced. Now, months later, life has settled into something resembling normalcy. The old laboratory has been restored. The Council no longer dictates their research. There are no speeches to give, no political games to play, and no impossible expectations resting on Jayce’s shoulders. For the first time in years, it is just the two of them again.