The hivemind of everything that had even had enough sentience to experience an emotion dissipated and it felt to Viktor like he was being torn apart. It wasn't painful; it came with the knowledge that he was using a kind of sympathetic magic along with Jayce to close this part of the anomaly. He decided that his death would be less frightening when he was not alone.

But it was not his death. Instead, he was fully conscious but in a weird sort of limbo state. When he became aware of his surroundings they had turned into a foggy swamp, one that he recognized as being Exile. Things that he had known and somehow forgotten or they were mixed up with what the arcane had done to him and hadn't seemed important. Knowing what he now did, he could see where he'd been led around like a bull by the nose ring and felt sick at it.

He didn't even look remotely human anymore, instead standing like a tall creature with insect-like joints and glowing holes in his mask. A mutation on his design for the hex claw sprouted from his back, this one was much thinner, much more prehensile, and it created a halo made of runes behind his head. The staff that he'd been using since he left Piltover was still in his hand though notably without the anomaly held in the top.