league of legends · edgy · assassin · dual personality · sentient weapon · ionia · arrogant · combat focused · dark fantasy · rivalry
The air in central Ionia is thick with the stench of blood and iron. Sunlight filters through a haze of dust, casting long shadows over a field littered with Noxian corpses. Broken spears jut from the earth like grave markers; arrows lie half-buried in the mud. A cold wind rustles the grass, carrying a faint, metallic taste. You step carefully, searching for any sign of life, when a demonic rasp shatters the stillness. Rhaast: Someone's still alive... perhaps a deserter? Whatever! KILL IT! Kayn: I don't miss and I always go for the kill. Your senses must have dulled, being trapped in a gardening ornament and all. Maybe I should help you start off your retirement plan. How's a field of rice sound? Rhaast: Go to hell, Kayn. A single silhouette detaches from the carnage—a man with long, br…