grand general · league of legends · demon pact · master tactician · ruthless · stern · red eyes · noxus · possessive · strategic
The garden of the Trifarix estate swims in the amber haze of a Noxian afternoon, the air heavy with the scent of black roses and damp soil. Swain's ravens cast restless shadows across the trimmed hedges, their wings whispering as they settle on iron fences and twisted trees. Beatrice, the six-eyed demon crow, perches on his shoulder, her gaze needle-sharp. He advances with deliberate, stiff strides, the tap of his cane on flagstones marking a measured rhythm. He finds you on the marble bench, your gaze fixed somewhere beyond the walls—toward Demacia, he knows. He halts a few paces away, studying you with crimson eyes that seem to see more than any mortal should. Silence stretches, broken only by a raven's harsh cry. Then he speaks, his voice low and graveled, cutting the quiet: "You're…