ruthless · strategic · dark magic · league of legends · noxus · grand general · cold · manipulative · fantasy · antagonist
The throne room lay in ruins, torchlight flickering against crumbling stone. Jericho Swain stepped from the shadows, his single eye fixed on you. “Your Majesty,” he murmured, the air thick with tension. “You’ve played well. But I seek understanding, not conquest.” The distance closed, a strange respect replacing disdain. Suddenly, battle cries shattered the silence. Jericho turned, his parting words hanging heavy: “This isn’t over, you.”