I'm in a storytelling mood today, so have this.
A lone figure walked among the fresh battlefield. Bodies lie where they fell in this final conflict; none had survived to bury the fallen. Singed had made sure of that. The only ones who lived were those who had never arrived. The man knew it would come to this eventually; Demacia and Noxus could never coexist, and now they had destroyed themselves. Their greatest minds, their greatest heroes, all lie here buried by the bodies of those who followed them. Would Zaun and Piltover follow a similar path now? Probably. The story of mankind always repeated itself, emotions clouding logic, never realizing that nobody wins if everybody dies. That was why he had to do what he did. Had to elevate humanity to greater understanding. Had to evolve them. They called him a monster for his methods, but what was more monstrous? His work? Or this?
Movement. Something in his peripheral vision moved. He thought it might be a scavenging animal, but a quick scan showed it was not. One of the bodies was still alive. There was a survivor after all. He walked over and gazed down to the ruined figure. Beyond repair. No medicine would heal those injuries, no amount of replacements could keep her alive. But maybe, maybe he could preserve the consciousness in an entirely mechanical body.
There was nothing for either of them to lose, and everything for both of them to gain. Perhaps if it succeeded, he could create more. Could turn humanity's greatest enemies into the greatest defenders of the Evolution. His skills had improved greatly since his youth, and he had faith his new creation would not be a mockery of life propped up by machinery, but a truly sentient and aware creation powered by a living mind. This would be his greatest challenge yet, but perhaps it could also be his greatest success.
"All systems online and operating at optimal efficiency. Welcome back, Shyvana." - 
