Beyond Reason in a Glorious Evolution

Beyond Reason in a Glorious Evolution

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In the water towers of Zaun, You could see the led lights illuminating the city corners. Numerous homes with dim interiors as they drown on the midst of thriving shops, A city that never sleeps. The world is quite different, a contrast from the shining city above. Hidden from truths, You found homage in the lies about the "progress" they're willing to discover. 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨 without 𝙀𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 *** This is a Viktor x Male! Reader story. I do not own the cover nor the characters featured in this story. I do own the creative liberty of the context of this story. *** Cover credits: Pruszkowski, Witold (1846-1896) - 1884 Falling Star (National Museum, Warsaw, Poland)
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INCOMPLETE - MOMENTARILY ON HOLD Zaun has a way of shaping people- molding them out of grit, grime, and the unyielding will to survive. Shark was no exception. Born amidst the smog-choked streets and rusted spires of the undercity, she grew up with the scent of grease and danger in her lungs. A fighter, sharp as the broken glass that littered the ground, she earned her name with a ferocity that could cut through any who dared stand in her way. Once, Shark had stood by Vander's side. She had believed in his dream of peace, of making Zaun something more than just Piltover's shadow. His bar, The Last Drop, had been a refuge where she could momentarily forget the cold weight of survival. Vander treated her like family, and for a time, she believed in him like family too. But the line between loyalty and ambition is thin in a place like Zaun. When Silco came whispering promises of power, freedom, and a future where Zaun would no longer kneel, Shark listened. She saw in him a fire that Vander lacked; a willingness to burn everything and forge something new. It wasn't an easy choice, but in a city of hard choices, it felt inevitable. Shark tells herself she did what she had to. That Zaun's future is worth the blood on her hands. And maybe even the blood of the Firelights that keep standing in her way. Especially one of them.

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