[They will despise her, but none of them understand what it's like to know death is breathing down the back of their necks at the peak of their lives.
It's time.
She is in a work room very different than the one in the cave. This one, on the surface, is painted in luxury, progress. Posh. Elevated. Rich. The way Piltover looks to those who can only glean the outside of it.
She puts the scalpel down. There is something unusual on her she has not seen on the body she knows she is in: a metal brace from thigh to ankle, stabilizing the leg. But some of the pieces are familiar from the time long ago when she looked over his body, the slivers of it twisted into the flesh of his leg, becoming one with him.
She has carved tiny runes in both the skin of the leg and the metal of the brace, the same runes that are on each side of the many pyramids of the Core hovering in front of her.
The vial of Shimmer is in a syringe gun on the work table. This will work, she thinks. She believes. This will work. This is how she unlocks the secrets of life and death. It isn't like she has anything to lose. Her life?
She was losing it anyway.
There is a price to pay for progress. To give up humanity, to change a nature, to bypass ethos. Rio's life was a sacrifice to this. Little Rio, her body being kept alive inside a vat, a mutation you were told that must survive.
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It's time.
She is in a work room very different than the one in the cave. This one, on the surface, is painted in luxury, progress. Posh. Elevated. Rich. The way Piltover looks to those who can only glean the outside of it.
She puts the scalpel down. There is something unusual on her she has not seen on the body she knows she is in: a metal brace from thigh to ankle, stabilizing the leg. But some of the pieces are familiar from the time long ago when she looked over his body, the slivers of it twisted into the flesh of his leg, becoming one with him.
She has carved tiny runes in both the skin of the leg and the metal of the brace, the same runes that are on each side of the many pyramids of the Core hovering in front of her.
The vial of Shimmer is in a syringe gun on the work table. This will work, she thinks. She believes. This will work. This is how she unlocks the secrets of life and death. It isn't like she has anything to lose. Her life?
She was losing it anyway.
There is a price to pay for progress. To give up humanity, to change a nature, to bypass ethos. Rio's life was a sacrifice to this. Little Rio, her body being kept alive inside a vat, a mutation you were told that must survive.
Draw the blood. Touch the Core.
Will Throné pay the price?]