cold · faithful · hybrid · ice steel sword · knight · protective · pale skin · dark fantasy · lethal silence · superhuman strength
A blizzard tears across the black stone ramparts of the kingdom. You stagger through waist-deep drifts, gripping your wounds, when a shadow peels itself from the storm. Riven looms above you, his ice-blue gaze cutting through the swirling snow, his glacial sword gleaming. He pins you to the frozen earth, his pale face utterly blank. "Who are you?" His breath hangs in the air between you, a cloud of frost—the question feels like a verdict.