Crimson Heart

51

The Stellaron Hunters arrived in Piltover, greeted by the sight of towering steampunk structures, gears turning within the city's core, and steam venting from countless machines lining the streets. The air was filled with a buzzing energy as they entered the central plaza, where the Battle of the Bands event was in full swing. The crowds cheered, and the rhythmic hum of music reverberated through the industrial landscape.

The Stellaron Hunters moved closer to the bustling stage where the Battle of the Bands event was taking place. As they neared, a booming voice from the announcer echoed through the industrial square.

Announcer: "And don't forget, folks—the winner of tonight's Battle of the Bands will walk away with a prize worth millions of credits!"

William's eyes widened at the mention of the prize, and he exchanged a glance with Kafka, who raised an eyebrow in interest.

William: "Looks like there's more than just music at stake."

Silver Wolf grinned mischievously.

Silver Wolf: "Millions of credits? That'll make this all the more worth it."

Blade, still calm and collected, nodded slightly.

Blade: "A challenge with real stakes. I'm in."

Sam's robotic voice hummed with approval.

Sam: "This competition will be of great value."

In the crowd, two girls stood near the stage, clearly scouting for more members. The first, Seraphine, had long pink hair with her natural brown roots peeking through, giving her a distinct look that matched the bright, melodic aura she gave off. Beside her was Serval, a blonde with an electric edge, her confident posture and sharp blue eyes exuding a rockstar vibe. Both were dressed in steampunk-inspired outfits, full of metallic accents, belts, and industrial designs that blended perfectly with Piltover's aesthetic.

William spotted them and walked over, his eyes flicking between the two girls as they seemed to discuss something.

William: "Hey there. Looks like you're short on bandmates."

Seraphine glanced up and smiled warmly, brushing a strand of her pink hair behind her ear.

Seraphine: "Yeah, we could use a few more. I'm Seraphine, by the way. You guys here to join?"

Serval crossed her arms, studying them carefully but with a playful smirk on her face.

Serval: "And I'm Serval. So, what can you do?"

William exchanged a look with Kafka, Blade, Silver Wolf, and Sam, then turned back to the girls with a confident grin.

William: "We're the Stellaron Hunters, and we're in. Music, a challenge, and... millions of credits? Sounds like our kind of gig."

Seraphine's eyes lit up with excitement, while Serval gave an approving nod.

Seraphine: "Alright! Let's see what you've got. Welcome to the band."

Serval: "This'll be fun. Let's rock Piltover."

With the introductions complete, William and the Stellaron Hunters had found their bandmates, ready to take on the Battle of the Bands and win big.

Seraphine and Serval led the Stellaron Hunters through the bustling streets of Piltover, weaving past the steampunk machines and biopunk designs that filled the city. The atmosphere was vibrant with life, but beneath the surface, the tension of competition lingered in the air.