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Chen took a long breath, the metallic tang of Zaun's "Grey" fog filling his lungs as he caught Ekko up on the madness of Piltover.
"It's only been a few days," Ekko muttered, clutching his pocket watch so hard his knuckles turned white. "But it feels like a lifetime. Silco... gone? The bridge, the gassing, the Goddess... why does it feel like I was living in a completely different world?"
"Because you were, Ekko. While you were protecting the Sanctuary, the sky was falling," Chen said. "But don't get comfortable. Silco's empire is a corpse, and the vultures are already circling. The most dangerous one isn't a Chem-Baron. It's Urgot."
Ekko frowned, clicking his timer. "Can't we bring him to our side? If he hates the Barons as much as we do..."
"He's not a revolutionary, Ekko. He's an apocalypse," Chen replied firmly.
Chen knew the truth about the Dreadnought. Urgot didn't want to build a better Zaun; he wanted to burn away the "weak" until only the most pained, hardened survivors remained. To the desperate people of the Sump, he looked like a savior because he was trampling on the Barons. But Urgot's "salvation" was a meat grinder. He was an anarchist who worshipped suffering.
"His appearance serves a purpose," Chen said, looking up at the Great Tree where a small blue bird watched them. "He broke the old rules. But he can't lead the future. Zaun's future should be red—a true revolution of the people."
Janna flapped her iridescent wings and landed on Ekko's shoulder. "I can feel the blood on his tracks," she whispered, her voice a soothing breeze in the stagnant air. "He is a storm that destroys. I will support your path, Chen."
With Janna's blessing and the power vacuum left by Silco's disappearance, the Wildfire Gang moved like a localized hurricane. Under Chen's "Political Commissar" guidance, they seized Silco's warehouses, refineries, and safehouses in a matter of hours.
Finally, they arrived at the heart of it all. The Last Drop.
The tavern stood as a jagged monument to Zaun's history. It had been Vander's fist, then Silco's shadow. Now, it was just a building waiting for its rightful heir.
Chen looked at Powder. She wasn't carrying the chaotic Fishbones today; she held her sister's old doll in one hand and Pow-Pow in the other. She looked focused, her eyes fixed on the neon sign of the tavern.
"This was your home," Chen said softly. "Let's take it back."
Ekko crouched behind a rusted pipe, scouting the entrance. "The main force is gone, but there are still two Shimmer Warriors guarding the door. We need a tactical breach. Maybe a smoke screen? I can rig a—"
Chen didn't wait. He shouldered his streetlamp and gripped his Noxian axe. "A strategy? For two guards?"
He swaggered into the open, his silhouette framed by the sickly green glow of the streetlights.
The tavern guards erupted in laughter. "Look at this old man! Hey, grandpa, did you get lost on your way to the scrap heap? Get lost before we turn you into a rug."
"I'm dying!" another guard wheezed, leaning against the doorframe. "He's got a streetlamp! What's he gonna do, illuminate us to death?"
Inside the tavern, the remaining Chem-Baron lackeys gathered at the windows, drinks in hand. "A dozen of Vander's best died to one Shimmer Warrior back in the day. This kid thinks he's special. Place your bets! Five gold he doesn't last ten seconds!"
Chen's lips curled into a cold, confident smile. He dropped into a bow stance.
Passive Proc: Duelist's Dance.
"Kill him," the guard sneered, waving a hand.
The Shimmer Warrior lunged, a purple-veined fist whistling through the air toward Chen's spine. The spectators cheered, expecting to hear the sound of shattering bone.
THUD.
The punch landed squarely on Chen's back. The shockwave blew the dust off his coat, but Chen didn't move. He didn't even grunt. With his Grasp of the Undying stacks and his items, his base durability was now reaching "Boss" levels.
Chen slowly turned his head, staring at the stunned mutant. "Is that it? My grandmother hits harder when she's mad."
In a blur of motion, Chen swung the great axe.
Skill Proc: Decimate (Q).
The blade, glowing with a ghastly green light, sliced through the Shimmer Warrior's calf with surgical precision, hitting the Vital point.
As the giant buckled, Chen followed up with an upward swing of his streetlamp. The iron head smashed into the Shimmer Warrior's face, shattering the tempered glass of his chem-mask. Purple vapor hissed out as glass shards embedded themselves in the monster's skin.
Chen stepped forward and slammed his boot onto the falling warrior's head.
CRUNCH.
The warrior spat out a mouthful of dark fluid and went limp. The entire fight had lasted exactly two seconds.
The laughter in the tavern died instantly. The silence was so heavy you could hear the hum of the neon lights. They stared at Chen as if he were a demon birthed from the Sump itself.
"Who else?" Chen asked, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the trembling guards. "I'm in a hurry. Why don't you all come at once?"
The guards backed away, one of them nearly tripping over a chair. "You... stay back! Silco is our boss! You touch this place and he'll have your head!"
"Silco?" Chen tilted his head, a look of mock pity on his face. "I thought you knew. We already took him out."
The news hit the crowd like a physical blow. The "King of Zaun" was gone. The throne was empty.
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