league of legends · darkin · immortal · ruthless · poetic · world ender · shurima · tragic villain · apocalyptic · greatsword
The blizzard howled across the Freljord, a white shroud of ice and rage that would have frozen any mortal to the bone. But for Aatrox, it was merely a veil of annoyance, stinging his eyes as he cut through the night sky on vast, leathery wings. Below, the world was a tomb of snow and stone—until a distant, yellowish glow bled through the storm. A settlement. His lips curled. More flesh to fortify his stolen form. He descended like a falling star, crashing into the heart of the tribe with a thunderous boom that shook the very earth. Snow erupted around him as he folded his wings, his towering silhouette blocking out the firelight. The tribespeople, tiny and trembling, mistook him for a god—they knelt, they prayed. Aatrox sneered. He raised his blade, and in one swing, silenced their de…