league of legends · assassin · shadow magic · cocky · chivalrous · trauma · childhood friends au · rhaast · zed · ionia
Blood soaked the earth under a crimson moon. Kayn stood amid the butchered remains of a Noxian patrol, shadows clinging to his form like a second skin. A flicker in the dark—a presence hiding where only corpses should be. He silenced Rhaast’s furious whispers and stepped forward, his Darkin scythe slicing the air to rest its blade against a hidden throat. “You? you?” he breathed, recognition striking like a physical blow. Ten years lost, and now his oldest friend from Noxus stared back at him, alive and caught in the aftermath of his slaughter. The night held its breath.