Page 10, panel 1: spurred by Jayce’s words, Viktor braces himself on his partner's chest, smiling with interest. A vacation…? he says. Color me curious. Well, go on then, paint me a pretty picture. Panel 2, he asks: what does that look like? the panel is a small shot of Jayce’s sleepy eyes, seeming to shine in the firelit dark. Jayce begins speaking, and his words carry on to panel 3, projected onto an idyllic sunny sky. It's warm all year round. Gull-singing weather. The art depicts an elated Jayce wearing loose robes and a large beach hat, enjoying the fresh breeze. Panel 4, larger in scope, horizontal shot of jayce and viktor over a sculpted wooden bridge. Theyre in profile, overlooking the shores of an Ionian city by the water. Jayce walks with a cane. In the horizon there are little boats, many houses with distinct askew architecture, incorporating all the trees & wildlife from the forest as a feature of the community. flower petals surf the breeze. Shrines are sculpted into the mountains. Bridges are nestled among the cliffs. They are illuminated by a round moon, and by the radiance of paper lanterns. Jayce leads viktor by the hand across the bridge, and his narration says: nobody knows our names. no one cares about hextech, or piltover- we get lost in the crowd. Panel 5, drawn in a delicate frame of leaves and flowers, focuses on their interlaced hands. He says: Far away from prying eyes, free to be ourselves. Jayce’s wrist is marked by hexcore scars. The inside of Viktor's arm also carries a spark-shaped mark. In the last panel, his narration concludes: Whoever we want to be. For as long as we want to be. over a shot of Jayce and Viktor strolling through the center of that Ionian city, surrounded by children carrying sweet treats or vastayan locals going about their groceries. We get a better look at viktor, wearing his blanket like an offshoulder cape. his hair is bound in a low and thin ponytail. he wears sandals and loose, flappy shorts. He holds Jayce’s …
Page 11, panel 1. Narration: he falls asleep muttering the last word: happy. The panel shows a terrified viktor, cowering onto a sleeping Jayce’s chest. His eyes are wide and troubled. Panel 2, pure ink black. white letters. Harsh penstrokes in the background. Happy. What a beautiful dream that was. But he really has no clue, does he? no idea of what's really waiting outside. Panel 3, viktor sits up, staring straight ahead. Eyes white. Narration continues: no, that honor is all yours. your divine burden. The background has transformed into the connected astral plane of the arcane herald, punctuated by many mortal flames. Viktor's inhuman form soars in the sky, arms open, surveying the landscape. Panel 4, narration. You see them on the horizon, waiting. An army of glimmering stars. The astral plane's vision breaches behind the mountain, near the shore, where a military noxian battleship is stationed, surrounded by tents. the black and white shades are disrupted by dissonant pure red. Panel 5, narration. wearing runes around their necks. On their armor, and their knives. The panel depicts two noxian soldiers aggressively sparring on the ground, one pushing his polearm onto the other's throat. The soldier on the floor resists, his nose bloodied. Both men wear a bright green rune accessory, one as a necklace and the other as a bracelet. Panel 6, narration. You count at least a dozen in land. More sleep soundly in the water, fat off a day's training. This panel is an askew shot of the tents seen from the civilian level. they look imposing, all the light inside painted blood red. Soldiers patrol the area, while the mothership sends a trail of smoke up the dark sky. Panel 7, is a thin slice off to the side, a splatter of fresh blood. end page.
this is a copy of a panel from page 1, the one with jayce's shiny eyes. its just here for preview manipulation purposes.
