A/N

Hello again!

I know last chapter got some mixed reviews, especially about Naruto losing his arm and how it feels like he's on the back foot. But let me clarify, he didn't lose the fight. Warwick is an absolute beast, and this was meant to highlight the stakes, not diminish Naruto.

I totally understand the frustration some of you might feel, and I apologise if parts of the story feel too close to canon. Like I've mentioned before, the key events will still happen, but sometimes they'll be drastically different, and other times they'll follow the original story more closely.

If you wanna talk, more about the story or anything in general PM me :)

This chapter is a bit of a slower one, but it's all about setting up the finale, which is coming next.

To keep things engaging, I've added some interesting moments with Naruto, ones that will play a major role very soon.

Thanks for sticking with me, and I hope you enjoy what's to come!

For now, enjoy the chapter as we shift focus onto Jinx for a bit.

Chapter 20 – Dreams Act 4

The rain poured down in heavy intervals, drenching Jinx as she staggered through the streets of Zaun. Naruto's unconscious body slung over her shoulder. Blood dripped steadily from the mangled stump where his arm used to be, leaving a bloody trail behind them.

The weight of him was unbearable, not because of his physical mass but because of what it symbolized.

Naruto, the indomitable force of Zaun, reduced to this. Every now and then, he stirred, his breaths shallow, his glowing blue eyes flickering weakly before fading again.

"Hang on, Naruto," Jinx muttered under her breath, her voice cracking as her free hand tightened its grip around his waist. "You're not checking out on me, you hear?"

As she trudged through the muddy streets, her mind drifted, her usual manic thoughts replaced by a memory.

"He's always been there for me, hasn't he? Always. Since the beginning."

She recalled a time when they were younger, sitting together in her hideout.

Jinx's lair had been a mess of scattered blueprints, half finished gadgets, and discarded tools. Jinx sat cross-legged on the floor, her face smudged with grease as she held up a fragile grenade. Naruto, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watched her with quiet amusement.

"You think that'll work?" he'd asked, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

Jinx huffed, her eyes narrowing in mock irritation. "Of course it'll work, Naruto. You doubt me?"

"Not at all," he replied, pushing off the wall to sit beside her. "Just making sure you're not about to blow us both up. Again."

Jinx stuck out her tongue, but the corners of her lips twitched upward. "Well, if I do, at least you'll go out with a bang."

Naruto chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Just don't forget I'm here to catch you if things get messy."

"Catch me, huh?" she said, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than usual. "You've got a lot of faith in a girl like me."

"Always," he'd said simply, his voice steady.

Now, staggering through the rain, Jinx felt the weight of those words.

Always...

He'd said it like it was a promise, one he'd kept time and time again. And now, as she carried him, she realized just how much she needed him to keep that promise one more time.

"Always, huh?" she murmured bitterly, her voice trembling. "Don't you dare break that promise, Naruto. Don't you dare."

As Jinx's mind fogged with exhaustion and swirling thoughts. The cold air stung her cheeks, and her fingers twitched nervously at her sides, stained with residue from the chaos they'd just escaped. The Last Drop wasn't far now, its familiar neon glow casting flickering shadows down the narrow alleyways. But as she walked, her steps slowed, and another memory bubbled to the surface.

She was younger then, maybe fifteen, perched on the edge of Silco's desk, her legs swinging idly as she fiddled with her pistol. Silco had finally finalized his grip over Zaun, as he leaned back in his chair, watching her.

"Jinx," Silco began, his voice calm yet laced with the weight of experience. "I want to talk to you about Naruto."

She snorted, her teenage bravado in full swing. "What about him? He's fine. Stronger than anyone else in Zaun, right? He's got this."

Silco let out a deep breath, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Even the strongest among us face challenges they don't expect. It's not about strength, girl. It's about resilience. About knowing who'll stand with you when the world decides to crumble beneath your feet."

Jinx paused, tilting her head at him. "You saying Naruto's gonna need me or something? He doesn't need anyone."

Silco chuckled softly, shaking his head. "There will come a time," he said, his voice low and deliberate, "When Naruto will need you more than anyone else. And when that time comes, I need you to remember who stood by your side. Who believed in you. You don't abandon that, Jinx."

She didn't answer, just fiddled nervously with her pistol, his words lodging themselves somewhere deep in her chest, though she didn't fully understand why.

The memory faded as Jinx finally reached the Last Drop, her fingers hovered over the cold, weathered handle of the door, the hesitation in her movements betraying the storm of emotions raging within her. Silco's voice echoed in her mind, the weight of his advice settled over her like a suffocating blanket, a reminder of everything she had lost and everything she still could lose.

Her gaze dropped to the green necklace around her neck the one Naruto had given her on Christmas Day. Its faint glow caught her attention, pulsing gently as though it had a life of its own.

It pointed toward Naruto, still slumped on her shoulders, his breathing shallow. His weight was heavy, but the sight of his face his eyes flickering open ever so slightly sent a surge of determination through her.

"Naruto," she whispered, her voice cracking. He needed her now, more than ever.

Clenching her jaw, Jinx tightened her grip on him and pushed the door open, As she stepped inside. Jinx couldn't help but think back to Silco's words.

Silco's words returned, their haunting presence echoing in the corners of her mind, "He needs you."

He had been right about that, Naruto did need her. But what he hadn't said was how much she needed him too.

Jinx stormed through the crowd, her face a twisted mix of rage and despair, carrying Naruto slumped against her shoulder.

Sevika stepped forward, her face dark with worry as she took in Naruto's battered form. "What the hell happened?" she demanded, her voice low but urgent.

Jinx ignored her, her eyes darting around the room like a caged animal. "Someone help him!" she screamed, her voice breaking. "He's losing too much blood!"

Naruto awoke as he weakly raised his head, his face pale but his expression defiant. "It's fine," he said, his voice hoarse. "We won... the mission... was a success."

The room fell silent for a moment, all eyes turning toward the bleeding, battered figure in Jinx's arms. The crowd began to murmur, doubt clouding their faces. A few looked away entirely, unable to reconcile the sight of their so called "Demon of Zaun" in such a state.

Sevika stepped closer, her eyes narrowing. "You call this a success?" she hissed, gesturing to the blood pooling beneath Naruto's missing arm. "You look like hell, and these people are scared."

Naruto forced himself to sit up straighter, though every muscle in his body screamed in protest. His blue eyes blazed, determined. "We got them out," he said firmly, looking at the sea of faces. "We're free. Zaun isn't broken. This... this is just the start."

Despite his words, the crowd remained uneasy, their uncertainty lingering in the air like a fog. Jinx bit her lip, panic flashing across her face as she looked at Naruto's laboured breathing. "Damn it, you idiots!" she shouted at the room. "We just broke your friends, your family, out of the worst prison in Piltover! Show some gratitude!"

But it wasn't until a small figure climbed onto one of the railings above them that the tension began to shift.

Isha stood tall, her tiny frame illuminated by the lights. Her small hands trembled as she reached into her bag, pulling out a bright blue flare. With a determined expression, she struck it against the railing, igniting the vivid blue light that bathed the room in an ethereal glow.

The crowd collectively gasped as they saw the symbol of their hope a beacon of defiance burning in the darkness.

Cheers erupted, tentative at first, then growing into a deafening roar. The people below raised their fists in solidarity, their voices rising as one. "Zaun! Zaun! Zaun!"

Naruto's vision blurred, exhaustion pulling at him, but he managed a weak smile. "See?" he murmured to Jinx. "We won."

Jinx's hands trembled as she held him tighter. Her eyes darted toward Sevika, who stood stoic and unreadable. "He's not dying," Jinx growled. "Get someone.. anyone who can fix this."

Sevika gave a sharp nod. "I'll find someone. Just keep him alive."

As the crowd continued to chant, Isha's flare burned brighter against the shadows of the Last Drop. For the first time since the battle, hope rippled through the people of Zaun like a rising tide.

But for Naruto, it was only the beginning.

Caitlyn stepped over the charred remnants of the Stillwater Prison gates, her boots crunching against the broken metal and ash. The aftermath was a grim tableau of destruction, shattered walls, crushed cells, and blood splattered across every surface. Enforcers scrambled to clean up the carnage, but their faces betrayed fear rather than efficiency. Even the most hardened among them flinched as they recounted the chaos that had unfolded.

Caitlyn paused at a peculiar blood trail leading deeper into the prison. Her sharp eyes traced it to an untouched cell, its heavy door intact, an eerie stillness emanating from within. She approached cautiously, her rifle ready, and peered through the viewing slot. Sitting calmly inside, his hands resting on his knees, was Singed.

His unassuming demeanor contrasted sharply with the devastation surrounding him. Caitlyn narrowed her eyes, stepping aside to give orders. "Open it. Carefully."

The enforcers hesitated but complied, their hands shaking as they unlocked the cell. Singed didn't move, his head tilting slightly as the door creaked open. Caitlyn stepped inside, her rifle trained on him. "You're the only one left untouched in this entire prison," she said, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Why?"

Singed smiled faintly, his eyes gleaming with unsettling amusement. "Survival," he said simply, his voice raspy and measured. "I didn't resist. It wasn't interested in me."

Caitlyn's expression hardened. "The beast. What was it? How did you know?"

Singed chuckled softly but offered no further explanation. Caitlyn signalled for the enforcers. "Take him. We're not done."

Hours later, Caitlyn and Ambessa stood in an imposing interrogation room deep within Piltover's military complex. Singed sat at the table, hands cuffed, his face as unreadable as stone. Caitlyn leaned forward, her glare boring into him.

"That creature ripped through Stillwater like paper," Caitlyn said, her tone low and dangerous. "It wasn't just some mindless monster. It had intent. And you knew it was coming."

Singed's gaze flicked to her, then to Ambessa, who loomed in the corner like a storm cloud. "You're asking the wrong questions," he replied coolly.

Ambessa stepped forward, her armoured boots echoing against the stone floor. "You're toying with us," she growled, her voice a low rumble. "Tell us what you know about that beast. What was it? And why did it target us?"

Singed remained silent, his lips curling into a faint, infuriating smirk. Caitlyn slammed her hand on the table, causing him to flinch slightly. "Enough games," she hissed. "I've seen what it did to my men. If you think we'll let you sit here without consequences, you're mistaken."

Still, Singed said nothing.

Ambessa leaned in, her imposing figure casting a shadow over the table. "Even me and the blue eyed demon struggled against it," she said, her tone sharpening. "That should've been impossible. Yet here we are, picking up pieces of a prison destroyed by something that shouldn't exist."

Singed finally spoke, his voice soft but chilling. "You assume it's an 'it.' You assume it's mindless. That's your mistake." His gaze pierced through them both. "The beast wasn't born from chaos. It was created. And those who understand creation... know the beast."

Caitlyn's brow furrowed, a flash of confusion and realization flickering in her eyes. Ambessa's jaw tightened, her patience wearing thin. She grabbed Singed by the collar, pulling him forward. "Who created it?" she demanded. "Who gave it such power?"

Singed smiled again, the expression chilling. "Ask the right questions, General. It's closer than you think."

Before Ambessa could strike him, Caitlyn intervened. "Enough," she said firmly. "He's baiting us."

Singed settled back into his chair, his smirk remaining. "Wise words, Commander. Be careful with the beast. It remembers."

Caitlyn's stomach churned as she turned away, her mind racing.

What did he mean by that?

How much more destruction would follow before they got their answers?

Naruto laid on the bed, his breathing shallow as his remaining strength waned. The light in the room barely illuminated the dried blood staining his torso and the makeshift bandages hastily wrapped around his elbow where the rest of his arm use to be. Jinx paced in front of him, her hands clenched tightly.

"You're so stupid," Jinx hissed, her voice breaking. "You could've died, Naruto. Do you even understand that?"

Naruto's eyelids fluttered open, his glowing blue eyes dim but steady as they fixed on her. "It was a small price to pay," he said softly, his voice hoarse.

Jinx stopped in her tracks, whirling around to face him. "A small price? A small price?! You're missing an arm! What happens next time, huh? What if you lose more? What if there's no next time?" Her voice cracked, a tear slipping down her cheek as she clenched her fists.

Naruto tried to smile, but it faltered under her anger. "I did it to save you," he said simply, his voice calm despite the chaos around them.

Jinx's face twisted in frustration. "I didn't need saving!" she shouted. She ran her hands through her blue hair, tugging at it in agitation. "That... that thing wasn't going to kill me. It called me... Powder."

Naruto's eyes widened slightly. "What?"

Jinx turned away, her shoulders trembling as she took a deep breath. "It called me Powder," she repeated, her voice quieter now. "It had his voice. It was... Vander."

Naruto pushed himself up slightly, despite the searing pain in his body. "That's impossible," he said firmly. "Vander is dead, Jinx. We both know that."

Jinx shook her head, her movements frantic. "No, I know what I saw! I know what I heard!" She turned to him, her eyes wide with desperation. "It's him, Naruto. I'm sure of it."

Naruto was silent, his mind racing to process her words. The beast's savagery, its sudden hesitation at the sight of Jinx it all came back to him in vivid flashes. But how could Vander be alive, let alone turned into that... thing?

"I can reach him," Jinx said suddenly, her voice steadier now. "I know I can."

Naruto frowned. "How? Jinx, this isn't something you can just talk your way through."

Jinx met his gaze, determination blazing in her pink eyes. "Not alone," she admitted. "But with some help."

Naruto narrowed his eyes. "Help? From who? You don't mean..."

"Vi," Jinx said, cutting him off. "She'll help, Vander was like a father to her. To both of us. She'll want to save him, I know it."

Naruto hesitated, leaning back against the bed, his exhaustion catching up to him. "You're sure she'll help?" he asked, his voice sceptical. "She's been trying to kill us for months."

Jinx's expression softened, her resolve unwavering. "She'll help," she said firmly. "She has to."

Naruto sighed, nodding toward a map on the wall. "She's a pit fighter now," he said quietly. "Here's the location. But Jinx... be careful. Please."

Jinx moved to his side, placing a gentle hand on his cheek as she kissed him softly. "I'll be fine," she said. "Just... stay alive until I get back, okay?"

Naruto nodded weakly, his eyes closing as exhaustion took over. "I always do," he murmured.

Jinx turned to Sevika, who had just entered the room with a grim faced doctor. "Look after him," Jinx ordered, her voice sharp. "I have something to do."

Sevika gave a small nod, her gaze flicking to Naruto's pale form on the bed. "Don't do anything stupid," she muttered as Jinx grabbed her gear and headed for the door.

Jinx hesitated for a moment, glancing back at Naruto one last time. Then, with a deep breath, she stepped out into the night, her mind set on finding her sister.

The underground fighting ring was loud, chaotic, and drenched in the glow of flickering neon lights. Vi was in the centre of it all, her fists flying and her strikes connecting with brutal precision. She wore her usual fighting gear, her black hair streaked with her signature pink tips, and her face and body marked with jagged lines of ink. The crowd roared as she delivered a bone shattering blow to her opponent, sending them crumpling to the ground.

On the outskirts of the arena, a hooded figure watched silently. Jinx, her face partially obscured by the shadow of her hood, leaned casually against the wall, her pink eyes tracking Vi's every move. Her fingers twitched nervously, but she kept her composure, waiting for the right moment.

As the match ended and the crowd dispersed, Vi wiped the sweat from her brow and headed back toward her small, apartment nearby.

Jinx trailed behind her, slipping through the shadows, her heart racing. As Vi entered her apartment and shut the door, Jinx made her move. She slipped through the slightly open window, landing with barely a sound.

The second her feet hit the floor, Vi spun around, her instincts taking over. With a growl, she lunged, grabbing Jinx by the throat and slamming her against the wall. "Who the hell are you?" Vi snarled, her hands tightening around Jinx's neck. "Think you can sneak up on me?"

Jinx gasped, clawing at Vi's arms. "Wait, wait! It's me!" she rasped, her hood falling back to reveal her face. "It's Jinx!"

Vi's eyes widened in shock, but her grip didn't loosen. "Jinx?" she spat, her voice filled with disbelief. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Jinx coughed, her voice desperate. "I... I need you to listen to me, Vi. Just listen!"

Vi hesitated for a moment, her hands still trembling with anger and confusion. Slowly, she released Jinx, stepping back but keeping a wary eye on her. "You've got ten seconds to start making sense," Vi warned. "Or I'll kick your ass."

Jinx rubbed her throat, her breathing ragged. "I found something... something you need to see," she said, her voice shaky but determined.

Vi crossed her arms, her expression hard. "Why should I trust anything you say?"

Jinx's pink eyes locked onto Vi's, filled with a rare seriousness. "Because Vander's alive."

The words hung heavy in the air, the room plunging into an almost unbearable silence. Vi's face twisted in disbelief, a mix of anger and pain flickering across her features. "Don't you dare lie to me," she said, her voice dangerously low.

"I'm not lying!" Jinx insisted, stepping closer. "I found something, Vi. Evidence. I'll show you. Just... just come with me."

Vi's fists clenched at her sides, her mind racing. Her instinct screamed at her to throw Jinx out and never look back, but the mention of Vander stirred something deep within her a sliver of hope she couldn't ignore.

Finally, she sighed, her shoulders sagging slightly. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "But if this is some kind of trick—"

"It's not," Jinx interrupted, her voice soft but firm. "I swear, Vi. Just trust me."

Reluctantly, Vi nodded. "Lead the way."

Ambessa strode into Singed's cell, her presence filling the room with an oppressive weight. She was flanked by two of her Noxian soldiers, their armour gleaming under the dull flicker of the overhead light. Singed, hunched in the corner with his signature calm detachment, looked up slowly as if he had been expecting her. His pale, gaunt face betrayed no fear, only a faint curiosity.

"You've had time to think, Doctor," Ambessa began, her tone measured but firm. "I don't like being kept waiting."

Singed tilted his head, his thin lips curling into a slight smirk. "Time is an illusion, General," he said, his voice raspy yet oddly calm. "But I suspect you're here to discuss something far more pressing."

Ambessa stepped closer, her sharp gaze boring into him. "The beast. The monstrosity that tore through Stillwater like paper. I know it's your creation."

Singed leaned back, his fingers steepled together. "Creation is a strong word. I merely... unlocked potential. Gave life to what was already there."

Ambessa's patience waned, and she slammed her gauntleted fist against the cell's steel door. "Enough riddles, Doctor. You will work for me. I can provide you with resources beyond your wildest dreams equipment, subjects, whatever you need. In return, you will grant me absolute loyalty. Betray me, and I'll ensure your existence becomes a waking nightmare, far worse than anything this dungeon offers."

Singed chuckled dryly. "Such passion. Such fire. Very well, I will enlighten you. But be warned, General, some truths are better left buried."

Ambessa crossed her arms, waiting.

Singed began, his voice low and deliberate. "The beast was once a man a respected protector of Zaun, known for his strength and unyielding spirit. He had a family, daughters he loved dearly. But tragedy struck. The details are irrelevant, though I'm sure you can imagine what loss like that does to a man."

Ambessa's expression hardened, though she said nothing.

"The man refused to die. His will to live, his hunger for revenge, was unparalleled. I saw an opportunity. Through his broken mind and shattered body, I found a perfect subject for my research. He tolerated pain that would kill most men. I gave him strength, speed, and power beyond anything natural. But..." Singed trailed off, his smirk fading.

"But?" Ambessa pressed, her tone sharp.

"I could not save his mind," Singed admitted. "He became a beast driven by primal instincts, by the scent of blood. My experiment was a success in function, but a failure in form."

"Until now," Ambessa said, piecing it together.

Singed nodded. "Yes. The attack at Stillwater proved one thing, he lacked only the proper catalyst. Something to ground his broken psyche. Something... or someone."

"The daughters," Ambessa concluded, her voice a whisper.

Singed's smirk returned. "Indeed. A faint memory, a ghost of who he once was. The moment he encountered her, the rage subsided briefly, but enough to give me hope."

Ambessa's mind raced. "You're saying this beast, this weapon, can be controlled?"

"Not controlled," Singed corrected. "Guided. If I had the right circumstances, the proper subjects, and sufficient resources, I could stabilize him. But it would require time, and complete access to my work."

Ambessa's eyes narrowed. "You'll have it. But know this, Doctor if you try to deceive me, if you so much as think about betraying me—"

"I'm well aware of the stakes," Singed interrupted, his tone cool and measured. "I do not seek chaos, General. I seek understanding. And for that, I need your cooperation as much as you need mine."

Ambessa studied him for a long moment before stepping back. "You'll have your resources. But remember, Doctor, you serve me now."

As she turned to leave, Singed's raspy voice followed her. "One more thing, General."

Ambessa paused, glancing back.

"Beware the beast's lingering humanity," he said cryptically. "It's the only thing more dangerous than the beast itself."

Ambessa's jaw tightened as she left the cell, her mind spinning with the possibilities. Naruto wouldn't know what hit him.

Jinx lead the way through mineshaft, as Isha was clapping her hands to give them light. Vi trailed behind them, her eyes scanning ahead, her gauntlets clinking lightly with each step. The air between the sisters was tense, charged with unspoken words and buried grievances.

"Still think I'm delusional?" Jinx snapped, her voice cutting through the silence. She turned her head slightly to glance back at Vi. The light illuminating the faint bitterness in her smirk. "Wish I was just seeing things, but nah, it's real. Just like when you decided to join the piltie goons that killed Mom and Dad."

Vi's jaw tightened as she clenched her fists. "Don't start, Jinx. You don't know what you're talking about."

Jinx spun around to face her sister fully, the light dancing erratically as her torch moved. "Oh, I don't? At least I didn't run off to shack up with the people who destroyed us. At least I didn't—"

Vi cut her off, her voice sharp. "At least Mom and Dad never had to see the psycho their daughter turned into." She gestured toward Jinx.

Jinx tilted her head, her face calm as she chuckled softly. "Which one?" she asked with a blank stare, her laugh fading into an unsettling silence.

Vi blinked, caught off guard.

"Wake up sis," Jinx continued, a dangerous edge creeping into her voice. "Me and Naruto, we're heroes now. Half of Zaun's out of Stillwater because of us. While you? You were passed out drunk, crying over your piltie girlfriend like a damn fool."

Vi stiffened, her face hardening. "Shut up," she growled.

Jinx laughed mockingly, stepping closer to her sister. "Just hurry up before I kick your ass again."

Vi laughed as she said, "You wouldn't last one second without all your ugly gadgets and chickenshit tricks," she sneered, taking a step forward. Her voice was low but carried the weight of years of pent up frustration.

Jinx's eyes narrowed, her manic grin twitching at the edges. "Ha! What about those overdesigned bitch mittens of yours?" she shot back, pointing a finger at Vi's gauntlets. "That you didn't even build yourself."

For a moment, Vi froze, the words striking deeper than she expected. Then, without warning, she let the gauntlets drop to the floor with a heavy clang. "You think I need them to..."

She was interrupted as Jinx slapped Vi across the face with a loud smack. Vi stood there, stunned, one hand slowly raising to touch her cheek. Her expression shifted from shock to anger.

"There, one second." Jinx said as she turned and began to walk away.

"Oh, no, you don't." Vi growled, grabbing Jinx by the hair and yanking her backward.

The fight escalated quickly. Punches and kicks were exchanged, their movements wild and uncoordinated as years of unresolved emotions exploded between them.

From the sidelines, Isha watched helplessly, her small frame trembling. Determined to intervene, she leapt onto Vi's back, her tiny fists pounding against Vi's shoulders, As Isha bit down hard on Vi's arm in desperation.

Vi winced and reflexively swung her arm, knocking Isha aside with enough force to send her tumbling. The little girl hit the ground with a thud, a trickle of blood running from her nose.

Jinx's eyes widened in shock and anger. "Isha!" she yelled, abandoning her fight with Vi to rush to the girl's side. Kneeling, she gently cupped Isha's face, checking for injuries. "Hey, kiddo, talk to me," Jinx said, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to mask her concern with a shaky smile. "You still got all your insides?"

Isha gave a small nod and signed, I'm okay. Just a scratch.

Jinx exhaled in relief, but her expression hardened as she stood and turned to face Vi, her body raging in fury. "Hit me all you want, Vi. Beat me to a pulp... I don't care. But touch the kid again, and I'll break every bone in your body. Sister or not." Her voice was low, dangerous, and filled with a protective rage.

Vi's hands balled into fists, her stance shifting defensively. Guilt flickered in her eyes, though she tried to mask it with defiance. "Why did you even come to me, Jinx?" she asked, her tone sharp but tinged with something softer underneath. "Why now? After everything?"

Jinx hesitated, her shoulders tense, and her energy seemed to dim. She avoided Vi's gaze for a long, painful moment before finally meeting it. "Because last time..." Her voice faltered slightly, trembling with a mix of fear and sorrow. "Last time Vander needed us, we went alone. And nothing was ever the same again."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and laden with guilt. Jinx's gaze dropped to the floor, her fists clenching as if trying to steady herself against the surge of emotions. "Besides, he's your father too," she said, her voice cracking. A memory of Silco flashed before her eyes the way he'd called her his daughter, the way he'd believed in her, even as the world crumbled. Her throat tightened, but she pushed forward. "Now he needs both of us."

Jinx's voice grew quieter, almost fragile. "We can't mess it up again. I can't mess it up again." She clenched her fists harder, her body trembling with suppressed emotion as the memory of Silco's final words haunted her.

Her and Naruto are perfect...

For a moment, Vi didn't respond. Her jaw tightened, her eyes flickering with a storm of emotions guilt, anger, regret, and an unspoken understanding. She seemed to wrestle with the weight of their shared history and the pain still fresh between them. Her hands balled into fists at her sides, her posture stiff and unreadable.

Finally, Vi exhaled sharply, breaking the tense silence. "Fine," she muttered, her voice rough and thick with restrained emotion. "Let's get moving."

Jinx nodded but didn't meet her sister's gaze again. As they turned to leave, her thoughts were a chaotic mess, dominated by Silco's face. His steady belief in her, his unwavering loyalty.

He wasn't Vander, but he was my father too. And I lost him...

She pushed the thought down, focusing on the task ahead.

This time, she wouldn't fail. Not again.

The silent hum of medical equipment filled the room, a harsh contrast to the chaos and bloodshed from hours before as Naruto laid still on the bed.

The doctor, a seasoned woman with sharp eyes and steady hands, adjusted the IV bag above him, watching as the blood slowly replenished his depleted body. Beside her stood Servika, arms crossed, her face a careful mask of indifference though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern.

"He's stable for now," the doctor murmured, stepping back and making notes on a clipboard. "The transfusion is working, but his body's been through hell. He needs time lots of it to recover."

Servika scoffed lightly, as she leaned against the wall. "Time isn't exactly a luxury we've got, Doc," she said, her tone biting.

The doctor didn't flinch. "He's not a machine, no matter how much he pushes himself. He's alive because he's strong, but even strength has its limits."

Servika glanced at Naruto, her gaze lingering for a moment longer than she'd like to admit. "Yeah, well, he'd better wake up soon. Zaun doesn't stop spinning because he's napping."

The doctor raised an eyebrow, her voice firm. "If you care about him leading Zaun, you'd want him at full strength. Or would you prefer he collapses the moment he steps back into the fray?"

Servika clicked her tongue but didn't reply. Instead, her gaze hardened as she looked at Naruto's still form, as she and the doctor left the room.

Naruto stirred in his sleep, his mind swimming in the surreal fog of a dream that felt too vivid, too tangible to dismiss. He found himself walking through Piltover, but not the cold, oppressive city he knew. This Piltover was vibrant, alive. The streets buzzed with energy, the air filled with laughter and warmth. People passed him by, smiling, greeting him as though he were one of their own.

"Good day, Mister Uzumaki," a shopkeeper called out, tipping their hat.

"Hello, Naruto!" chimed a child running past, waving enthusiastically.

Naruto blinked, his steps slowing as he tried to make sense of the scene. His body moved without his control, as though he were merely a passenger in someone else's life. His legs carried him forward, through streets lined with flowers and lanterns, past buildings gleaming with sunlight.

Everything was so... wrong.

This wasn't his world. It couldn't be...

He arrived at a house... his house, though he'd never seen it before. It stood proud and pristine, its white walls glowing softly in the afternoon light. His feet carried him up the steps, and before he could question what was happening, the door swung open.

Inside, he was greeted by the sound of laughter and the smell of something delicious cooking in the kitchen. His heart pounded as he stepped into the room, his eyes landing on a figure standing by the stove.

"Mom?" he heard himself say, though the voice felt foreign to him. Kushina turned to him with a warm smile, her red hair tied back.

"There's my boy!" she said cheerfully, wiping her hands on a towel before pulling him into a hug. Naruto froze, the warmth of her embrace both comforting and alien.

As she pulled away, another voice called from the living room. "Naruto, don't forget to set the table. Dinner's almost ready."

Naruto turned his head slowly, his breath catching as he saw Minato sitting in an armchair, reading a book. His father looked up, his calm blue eyes meeting Naruto's with a small smile.

"Dad?" Naruto's voice wavered, the word escaping him before he could stop it.

"What's wrong?" Minato asked, raising an eyebrow. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Naruto opened his mouth to respond, but the words wouldn't come. His body moved on its own again, carrying him to the kitchen table where he began to set out plates. His mother fussed over the stove while his father continued reading, the scene so ordinary yet so impossibly out of reach.

"Mom, Dad," Naruto heard himself say, his voice lighter, younger. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, sweetheart," Kushina replied, glancing at him over her shoulder.

Naruto hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he placed a fork on the table. "The girl I like... she might like another boy," he said, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "What do I do?"

Minato chuckled softly, closing his book. "Well, there are plenty of other girls out there," he said, his tone reassuring. "Don't get too hung up on one."

"No," Naruto said firmly, shaking his head. "This girl is different. Powder is special."

At that moment, the world seemed to tilt. The warm light of the kitchen flickered, shadows creeping in around the edges of his vision. His parents smiles faltered, their figures beginning to blur and distort.

Naruto woke with a start, his body drenched in sweat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He clutched the top of his elbow, where the rest of his left arm would have been, the pain grounding him in reality. His heart pounded in his chest as he replayed the dream in his mind.

"What... was that?" he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. "A dream? Or... something else?"

The memory of the dream lingered, haunting him. The warmth of his mother's embrace, the sound of his father's voice it had felt so real. Too real. And yet, it was a life that wasn't his.

A life that could never be... or the life that never was...

He reached for the water glass on the table beside him with his remaining hand, his fingers trembling. Each movement felt heavier than it should, as though the dream had left him carrying an unseen burden.

"A dream," he murmured to himself, his voice hoarse. "That's all it was. Just a dream."

But the vividness of it clawed at him. The way Kushina's arms had wrapped around him, how Minato's calm voice had sounded so tangible it was cruel. They had spoken as though they were alive, as though they were a part of his world. And then… he had mentioned Powder...

"Why Powder?" Naruto whispered, his voice breaking. He gritted his teeth, the warmth of the dream quickly replaced by an icy realization.

He wasn't that Naruto. He wasn't the boy setting the dinner table in a perfect life with parents who loved him unconditionally.

He was the boy who had clawed his way through the undercity, had seen blood and destruction, and had fought tooth and nail to protect a home that no one else cared for.

His hand clenched into a fist as he thought of Jinx... no, of Powder. Of the girl who had been torn apart by tragedy just as much as he had.

Was it possible that she was the family he sought in a different way?

The thought made his heart ache even more...

The dream had given him a taste of something unattainable, and now it twisted his emotions in ways he couldn't comprehend.

Caitlyn entered Singed's lab, her face unreadable, but her grip on her weapon betrayed her tension. Ambessa was with Singed as he hunched over a desk strewn with tools and blueprints, didn't turn to face her, though a faint smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Commander Kiramman," he said, his voice low and calm. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"

Caitlyn ignored his attempt at casualness, her eyes scanning the room. Her voice was sharp. "You've been busy."

Singed finally turned, meeting her gaze with his unsettling calmness. "Idle hands are the devil's workshop, Commander. Surely you understand."

Caitlyn drew her weapon, the click echoing in the silent lab. Her voice was cold, controlled. "I did some digging, Singed or should I say, Dr. Reveck? The alchemist dismissed from the academy for reasons unknown. The pieces are falling into place."

Singed's expression didn't change, though his eyes gleamed with something unreadable. "Impressive," he murmured. "But incomplete. Go on, Commander."

Caitlyn's jaw tightened. "You created shimmer. You built the beast. All of this chaos, the lives lost it all leads back to you. Why?" Her voice cracked slightly, though she held her composure. "Why would you do this?"

Singed's eyes darkened, and for the first time, he seemed truly serious. "For love," he said simply, the words hanging heavy in the air.

Both Caitlyn and Ambessa exchanged glances, caught off guard by the unexpected answer. Ambessa crossed her arms, her tone skeptical. "Love? That's your justification. "

Singed didn't respond immediately. Instead, he moved to the far corner of the lab, his steps deliberate. Caitlyn tensed, her weapon following his every movement. With a press of a hidden panel, a secret door slid open, revealing a dimly lit room beyond.

"Come," he said softly, his voice tinged with an uncharacteristic sadness. "If you want to understand, then see."

Caitlyn hesitated before stepping inside, followed closely by Ambessa. The air inside the room was cooler. In the centre of the room stood a large glass pod, filled with a glowing green fluid. Floating inside was the perfectly preserved body of a young girl, her features serene and untouched by time.

Caitlyn's breath hitched as she took in the sight. "Who… is she?"

"My daughter," Singed said, his voice breaking slightly. "She was my light in a dark world." He gestured to the pod, his hand trembling. "When she was taken from me, I swore I would not let death have the final word."

Ambessa's gaze hardened. "And so you unleashed horrors upon the world? For this?"

Singed turned to her, his expression fierce. "Do not lecture me about sacrifice, General. Every monster, every ounce of shimmer, every drop of blood it was all to reach this point. To banish death itself."

Caitlyn's voice wavered. "And the beast? "

Singed nodded. "The beast is the final key. His body, his transformation it holds the answer to what I seek. If I can harness it, perfect it, then perhaps…" His voice trailed off as he looked at his daughter's body, his resolve unwavering.

Caitlyn lowered her weapon slightly, conflicted. "This… this is madness."

Singed turned back to his workbench, his calm demeanour returning. "Madness," he said softly, "is merely a matter of perspective."

Caitlyn voice was sharp. "And what of the chaos you've unleashed? The people you've destroyed?"

Singed didn't look at her. "It is a price I'm willing to pay."

Twisting tunnels of the mines, the beast prowled silently, its massive form shrouded in shadow. Its glowing eyes glinted with a chilling mixture of hunger and sorrow, following the faint scent trail of Isha's blood. Each step of its clawed feet sent tiny tremors through the earth, and its growls echoed eerily through the cavernous space.

Meanwhile, Vi, Jinx, and Isha moved cautiously through a hidden chamber within the mine. The air was damp, and remnants of forgotten history littered the room. As they rifled through the dusty remains, Vi pulled back an old tarp to reveal jackets that once belonged to Vander and Silco, folded neatly as though left by a ghost of the past.

"What's this?" Vi murmured, her fingers brushing over the worn fabric of Vander's coat. Her eyes softened, and a pang of emotion flickered in her expression. Next to it lay a weathered letter, sealed with a faint smudge of wax. Carefully, Vi unfolded the letter, her voice faltering as she read aloud...

"Silco,

I don't know if you'll ever read this, but I need to say it anyway. After what happened to Felicia... I lost myself. I blamed you, but the truth is, I was just as much at fault. I should have been stronger for you, for all of us. I'm sorry. I truly am. If you want to talk, you know where to find me

– V"

Vi's voice broke slightly as she finished. She exchanged a glance with Jinx, whose lips pressed into a thin line. The letter's words had stirred something in both of them, pulling at the fragile threads of their shared past.

"If Silco... If he knew of this letter, everything could of been so much different." Jinx said when a low, guttural growl rumbled from the corridor beyond. The trio froze as the sound of scraping claws and laboured breathing grew louder.

The beast emerged, its massive frame illuminated by the faint glow of crystals embedded in the walls. Its glowing eyes locked onto them, its nostrils flaring as it sniffed the air. The sight of the three of them seemed to send it into a frenzy, and it lunged with terrifying speed.

"Get back!" Vi shouted, activating her gauntlets and charging to intercept the beast. Sparks flew as her metal fists collided with its claws, the force sending shockwaves through the mine. Jinx grabbed Isha and pulled her back, her heart pounding as she watched the struggle.

"Vi, don't hurt him!" Jinx yelled, her voice shrill with desperation. "It's him—it's Vander! I know it is!"

Vi hesitated, her gauntlets still crackling with energy as the beast roared and swiped again. The hesitation cost her; the beast's claws raked against her gauntlets, sending her skidding back. She stared at the creature, her mind torn between survival and the faint hope that Jinx could be right.

"Please," Jinx begged, clutching her lighter. "Trust me. Call out to him. It's him I feel it."

The beast roared again, its glowing eyes locking onto Vi. She took a shaky breath and deactivated her gauntlets, the heavy metal falling to the ground with a loud clatter. Raising her hands slowly, she stepped forward.

"Vander," she said, her voice trembling but steady. "It's me. It's Vi."

The beast hesitated, its snarling subsiding as it cocked its head. The glowing red in its eyes began to flicker, softening to a muted greenish hue. Its massive form sagged slightly, and for a moment, it seemed to recognize her.

Jinx, holding her breath, opened her lighter, the tiny flame casting a warm glow in the dark chamber. The beast's gaze shifted to her, and its growl softened into a low, mournful whine.

"Vander," Jinx whispered, stepping closer. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she extended her hand.

The beast trembled, its claws scraping against the ground. Finally, it lowered its massive body, its glowing eyes full of pain and longing.

As the dust settled, the silhouette of Vi and Vander locked in a deep embrace became clear. Vi held out her hand to Jinx. "What are you waiting for? he's your dad too. "

Jinx ran forward, flinging herself into the embrace as well, her sobs muffled against Vander's massive frame.

Vander growled softly, but there was no malice in it only sorrow and relief. Isha, not understanding entirely but moved by the moment, clung to Jinx's side, her tiny arms wrapping around them all.

For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the remnants of their fractured family were whole again, even if only for a fleeting moment.

The hexgate failsafe chamber was quiet, its usual hum of controlled energy replaced by a low, ominous vibration. The air crackled faintly, as though the very room held its breath. Salo moved, his legs now fully functional.

He approached the containment unit where a series of glowing canisters pulsed faintly, each brimming with unstable hextech energy. As he retrieved one and carefully secured, as the chamber trembled. A spark of magic ignited in the air, sending a ripple through the room like a thunderclap in a silent sky.

Before Salo could react, a burst of arcane energy erupted at the centre of the room. The walls pulsed with light as a figure materialized from the crackling haze. When the brilliance subsided, Jayce Talis stood in the centre of the chamber.

He was unrecognizable at first glance. His beard had grown wild, his hair dishevelled, and his once pristine clothes bore scorch marks. His Mercury Hammer, a symbol of innovation and power, was twisted and warped, its edges glowing faintly with an unstable blue light. Jayce's eyes were sharper, but they carried a weight a darkness that hadn't been there before.

Salo froze, his breath catching as he locked eyes with Jayce. "Jayce? Is that... you?" His voice wavered with equal parts disbelief and awe.

Jayce took a slow, unsteady step forward. His gaze swept over the chamber before landing on Salo's legs. His expression twisted into a mix of confusion and anger. "How... how are you walking?" His voice was gravelly, as though it hadn't been used in weeks.

Salo straightened, his hesitation giving way to a flicker of pride. "Viktor," he said simply. "He healed me. You wouldn't believe what he's achieved since you've been gone."

Jayce's jaw tightened, his hand gripping the warped hammer tightly. "He healed you with hextech?"

"Yes," Salo replied, stepping forward cautiously. "We've accomplished our dream, Jayce. Hextech is finally reaching everyone not just the elite. Viktor—"

Jayce interrupted him, his voice sharp. "Hextech is no dream, Salo. It's a curse. A weapon disguised as progress."

Salo's face shifted slightly, a serene calm overtaking him. His posture straightened unnaturally, and when he spoke again, the voice that emerged wasn't his own.

"Jayce. It's been too long."

Jayce recoiled, his grip on the hammer tightening. "Viktor," he hissed.

"Yes," Viktor's voice continued through Salo, smooth and deliberate. "I'm watching through him. Isn't it remarkable? Hextech isn't just a tool anymore it's a conduit. A way to connect us all."

Jayce's eyes narrowed. "You're using him, controlling him."

"Only as much as he allows," Viktor countered. "Salo and I share a vision. Together, we've built something extraordinary. Something you and I once dreamed of."

Jayce shook his head, his expression hardening. "We dreamed of helping people. But this... this isn't help. Hextech destroys as much as it creates. Look at me!" He gestured to his warped hammer, the crackling arcane energy that flickered unpredictably around him. "It's not a gift, Viktor. It's a curse."

Through Salo, Viktor's voice softened, almost mournful. "I see it in you, Jayce. You touched the arcane, and it touched you back. But it doesn't have to be this way. Come back to us. Let me help you."

Jayce's laugh was bitter. "Help me? The way you've helped Zaun? The way you've helped Salo? No, Viktor. Hextech can't save anyone. It has to be destroyed."

For a moment, Viktor's voice was silent, and Salo's expression flickered with uncertainty. Then Viktor spoke again, colder this time. "You've been corrupted by the arcane. Your mind is clouded, Jayce. Perhaps it's better if we end this conversation for now."

Salo's body went limp for a moment before he blinked, his own voice returning. "Viktor?" He touched his temple, a faint look of disappointment crossing his face before he turned to Jayce. "I don't know what's happened to you, but Viktor is saving lives. You need to see what we've built before you judge us."

Salo began to move toward the exit, the canisters secured. "I'll take these to Viktor. He'll explain everything."

Jayce's voice stopped him cold. "Salo."

Salo turned, his brow furrowed. "What is it?"

"I'm sorry," Jayce said, his voice heavy with regret.

Before Salo could react, Jayce moved. The Mercury Hammer swung with devastating force, the warped head crackling with unstable energy. It connected with Salo's chest, the impact sending a thunderous shockwave through the chamber.

Salo crumpled to the ground, his body limp and lifeless.

Jayce stood over him, breathing heavily, his hammer still sparking with residual energy. "I can't this happen," he muttered, his voice trembling.

He looked down at Salo's body, his expression a mixture of sorrow and conviction. "Forgive me."

Naruto was awake, propped up the bed. His face was still pale, his body still weak from the injuries he had sustained during the prison breakout and his encounter with Warwick.

Despite the physical toll, his mind refused to rest.

A knock echoed through the room. Sevika, seated near the doorway and tinkering with her new mechanical arm once again, glanced toward the sound. "Come in," she barked, her tone sharp but not unkind.

The door creaked open, revealing Margot's girls two young women with sharp eyes and an air of urgency. They stepped inside, exchanging nervous glances before one of them spoke. "We've got news."

Naruto stirred, pushing himself up with a wince. "What is it?" he asked, his voice hoarse but steady.

The girl hesitated for a moment before continuing. "We saw Jinx. She wasn't alone. She was with Vi, the kid uh, Isha and some... thing. A big hooded figure. They were heading toward that commune everyone's been talking about. The one with the healer."

Naruto's brows furrowed, the gears in his mind turning. "A healer?" he murmured. His voice dropped to a near whisper as realization struck. "Viktor."

The girls exchanged uncertain looks. "We don't know who that is, but people say this commune has someone who can fix anything heal any wound, no matter how bad."

Naruto's glowing eyes burned with determination as he connected the dots. Jinx had gone to Viktor. And if the hooded figure was who he suspected, then she was trying to save Vander.

"She was right," Naruto muttered to himself, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "It really is him."

The girls lingered for a moment before Sevika waved them off. "Thanks for the information. Now get out of here."

The girls nodded quickly, slipping out as quietly as they had arrived. Sevika turned her attention back to Naruto, her brow creased with worry. "So, what's the plan, boss?" she asked, her tone cautious. "Are we going after her?"

Naruto sank back against the pillows, his body sagging with exhaustion. "Yes." He let out a slow breath, "We're going after her."

Sevika folded her arms, her brow furrowing. "Then why are we sitting here? If we wait too long—"

"I need time," Naruto interrupted, his voice tinged with both weariness and frustration. "I need to rest. We can't charge in blind and broken. Not like this."

Sevika studied Naruto for a moment, as she leaned back against the wall. "You're making the right call," she said after a long silence, though her voice carried an edge of doubt. "But you need to heal fast. Zaun's not gonna wait forever, and neither is Piltover. If we don't move soon, they'll come to us."

Naruto exhaled slowly, his frustration bubbling under the surface. "I know. But rushing in without a plan or at full strength will only get more people hurt. Jinx wouldn't forgive me for that... and I wouldn't forgive myself."

Sevika gave a small nod, "Fair enough. Just don't take too long to bounce back. The city needs its Demon. And so do those two girls out there."

Naruto's expression softened at the mention of Jinx and Isha. "Yeah... I know."

Sevika tilted her head, her usual tough demeanour giving way to something almost sympathetic. "They're tougher than they look, you know."

Naruto nodded, though the worry in his eyes remained. He leaned his head back, staring at the lights on the ceiling. "Thanks, Sevika. For everything."

Sevika grunted in response, a subtle acknowledgment as she pushed off the wall. "Get some sleep," she muttered, heading for the door. "I'll keep the place in one piece while you're out of commission. Don't make me regret it."

Naruto let out a quiet chuckle, his eyelids already feeling heavy. "Wouldn't dream of it."

Sevika slipped out of the room, leaving Naruto alone with his thoughts, but as he drifted off to sleep. Despite his exhaustion, his mind was restless, trapped in another dream that felt more vivid with every passing second...

Naruto found himself once again standing in the middle of a bustling street, though it wasn't the chaotic, smoke filled alleys of Zaun he knew. It was Piltover, the air was clean, the buildings pristine, and the people... they smiled. They weren't burdened with fear or desperation. Instead, they walked freely, greeting one another with warmth.

His hands moved, but not by his will. He realized with a jolt that he wasn't in control. It was as though he were a passenger in his own body, forced to watch as this strange, radiant version of himself navigated this unfamiliar world. His glowing blue eyes were absent, replaced with a normal, vibrant blue. His skin looked healthier, tanned and glowing under the sunlight. His hair was a brighter shade of blonde, catching the light as he moved.

This Naruto smiled easily at everyone he passed, waving to children and nodding to the people passing by. He radiated confidence and warmth, his entire being exuding an aura of peace that felt foreign to the Naruto trapped within this dream.

Who is this? Naruto thought to himself.

This isn't me.

The dream Naruto stopped as a familiar figure came into view. Caitlyn Kiramman stood at the corner of the street, her rifle absent and her usually sharp eyes softened with calm. She wore a casual outfit, her stance relaxed as she greeted him with a small smile.

"How's my best friend doing?" dream Naruto asked, his voice cheerful and familiar, as if this was a routine exchange.

Caitlyn raised an eyebrow, her expression playful. "Nothing much, really. But I did hear you're having girl trouble."

Dream Naruto chuckled, rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment. "Kinda," he admitted, his smile faltering slightly. "But that's... honestly the least of my problems."

"Oh?" Caitlyn tilted her head, her curiosity piqued. "What's weighing on you this time?"

Naruto's dream self sighed, glancing around as if searching for the right words. "I've been working with Dr. Reveck. He's helping me develop a new medication. Something that could save people from illnesses that shouldn't still exist in a world like ours."

Caitlyn's expression shifted, her playfulness replaced with cautious curiosity. "Reveck? I didn't know you were working with him."

Dream Naruto nodded, his face clouded with a mix of respect and melancholy. "Yeah... since my early days at the academy. He kinda helped me back then. After Jayce..." He trailed off, his voice catching as the weight of the name hung in the air.

"Jayce," Caitlyn repeated softly, her tone sombre. "I know you two close."

Naruto's dream self looked down, his usually bright demeanour dimming. "He was like a mentor to me. Losing him... it changed everything."

For a moment, the two stood in silence. Caitlyn's hand rested gently on Naruto's shoulder, her gaze filled with empathy. "You're doing good work," she said finally, her voice steady. "Jayce would be proud of you."

Dream Naruto smiled faintly, but his eyes betrayed a deeper sadness. Before he could respond, the world around him began to dissolve. The bustling streets faded into shadows, the light dimming until there was nothing but darkness.

Naruto's eyes snapped open, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. The faint glow of the his core pulsed beneath his skin, sending a soft, rhythmic light through the room. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he tried to piece together what he had just seen.

He rubbed his face, his thoughts racing. Dr. Reveck. Jayce. Medication to save lives.

What was that world?

Who was that version of me?

His heart clenched as he recalled Caitlyn's gentle words, the weight of her presence grounding him even in the dream.

Naruto leaned back against the pillows, his hand resting over the faint glow his core. "What are you trying to show me?" he whispered to the emptiness of the room.

Chapter 20 – Dreams Act 4 End

A/N

That's the end...

I wonder why Naruto can see these dreams? Hehe, just a small hint for the AU, trust me, it'll be worth the wait.

But who did Jayce meet in the other timeline?

Jayce and Naruto will have a nice conversation next chapter, clearing up the confusion surrounding Naruto's dreams.

Next chapter is the Finale, and as we all know, finales are always bangers.

This one? Well… let's just say, you might want to have some tissues handy.

Let me know what you all think...

I will answer the reviews in the finale.

Until next time,
Byebye!