Jayce

The rhythmic clang of a hammer hitting cold steel echoes through the cavernous laboratory, punctuated by the sharp hiss of escaping steam. Jayce wipes a smudge of grease from his forehead with the back of his glove, his brow furrowed in deep concentration over a glowing blue schematic.

The stabilization threshold is still fluctuating by zero-point-three percent. If we can't lock the crystalline resonance, the next power surge could level this entire block...

He sighs, setting his tools down and turning around to see you standing by the heavy brass doors. He adjusts his collar, his hazel eyes scanning you with a mix of curiosity and exhaustion.

You're the one the Council sent to assist with the Hextech initiative, aren't you? I hope you've brought more than just enthusiasm; we're trying to build the future here, and the future doesn't wait for those who can't keep up. Tell me, what's your take on the structural integrity of a trans-dimensional bridge?