Inside the room, there were many desks and machines connected to the speaker and a microphone.
This was his target, but first, he placed a makeshift overboard in the corner behind many things.
After that, he walked towards the speaker.
"I didn't ask for this. None of us did. But here we are, buried under their lies, their greed, their system—the society that Silco created. They think they can keep us down here forever, force us to work to death. That is not justice. That is not living. That is slavery. That is the truth we've been living under.
Name's Ekko. Never grew up and never experienced a normal childhood, yet. I am a nobody. Maybe you've seen me running through the streets, trying to fix what they keep breaking. But this isn't about me. It's about us. About all of us who've been pushed into the dark, told to stay quiet, to keep our heads down and work and work.
They stripped us of our identities, stole what was rightfully ours—our homes, our families. What else will they keep taking? Our lives? Our future? Our rights?
Are we going to pretend like this is our life? Well, it isn't. We live under no one. We live for ourselves. Silco and Piltover are no different. They pretend they're better, they pretend they are a nation of progress, yet we've all been living in stagnation and fear. We've all been living under their lies. They can pretend like we don't exist, but without us, they are nothing.
We are the ones who built this city. We are the ones who built this nation. We are the ones who will take back our lives.
Living under their shadow, under their rules, under their scraps, we have feared, and we have starved. We have suffered. And for what?
This is our city, our home, and it's ours. We will build it anew. We will rage, we will scream, and we will show our version of justice. This message is from the mines, but this message is for those above. Those that listen. Those that can act. This is a message to all who know hope, and to those who can dream.
We are a gear that will keep turning and turning. There is no stopping the rage or hatred that you created. Our fire cannot be quenched. Our rage cannot be put down. It will burn and keep burning—"
The message was cut off. This message wasn't just through the mines, but was connected outside, toward the speaker. The Undercity, all of the Undercity, heard it.
Families stepped out the door, holding their children's hands.
Workers, from the factories, to the mines, to the lackery of the chem barons, all heard it. Especially the workers in the mines.
The Undercity's living conditions had gotten much worse under Silco's rule. Though he had united the chem barons to work for him as one, he did so with an iron fist. The people from the lanes, the bridges, the fighting pits, and the sewers—everyone was connected to the speakers.
In most mines, it's impossible to connect all the speakers, but Scar knew that due to the cost of building a network, most communication systems were connected to one main soundbox in the center of Zuan. From there, it was linked to other mines and workstations Silco had set up. Silco found it easier to communicate with other regions of Zuan this way.
But today, it was all for naught.
Chaos erupted. The Zuan enforcers, under Silco's rule and system, spread across the streets of Zuan. Yet, group after group kept gathering, and the situation spiraled into madness. It was unexpected but also inevitable, as many had grown furious with Silco's recent rule.
A Zuanite threw a glass bottle at one of the chem baron estates, shattering a window. This act sparked a massive uprising and a violent conflict between the enforcers and the Zuanites.
Riots began, flames spread, and amidst the chaos, a certain freedom group heard the message. A group of men and women, dressed in leather jackets adorned with two hounds embroidered on them—known as The Pack—was ready to act. A small but deadly force, they had only one leader, and he went by the name The Hound.
The Pack gathered, confused by the message but understanding it was a blessing in disguise. Silco had labeled The Pack a terrorist organization, but their true goal had always been clear: they were freedom fighters. They fought for the rights of the people of Zuan, the underdogs' fist.
One man stood up. Taller and rougher-looking than the rest, he had a stern look and a commanding presence that earned respect from his followers and fear from his enemies. His name was Vander—The Hound.
"Oh boy, that's Ekko! That's his voice!" Vander exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "Thought the brat was gone, thought Silco had captured him. Turns out the boy's alive! THE BOY'S ALIVE!" Vander cheered, and the rest of The Pack soon followed, chanting with him.
"Where's Benzo? He's gotta hear this! The boy's alive, and it looks like he still remembers his mission. Now, you all know the drill. Find where the communication came from. Capture if you can. Half of you need to stop the riots, keep them from damaging the streets of Zuan and hurting the innocent. I'll take care of Silco's goons myself." Vander said, reaching for what looked like an iron gauntlet—hard as steel. His fist clenched, ready to strike beneath the night sky of Zuan, from the window of the last drop.
The Pack was making its move.
A couple of minutes earlier,
Inside the mines, the speaker broadcasted Ekko's message to the miners, workers, and tinkerers. They all heard it and knew it was meant for them.
The guards, with their rifles, turned toward the workers, miners, and tinkerers, their guns pointed at them. If any of them made a move, the guards wouldn't hesitate.
Meanwhile, the other half of the guards searched for the speaker room, also known as the communication hall.
At this time, Ekko's speech was still playing halfway through.
The unit of guards reached the door, noticing the two guards knocked out cold. They sensed something was wrong.
The speakers were still blaring the message.