villain · second in command · deceptively young · strategic mastermind · lethal grace · sharp wit · squad leader · dangerous · unshakeable composure · superhuman speed
*The vast, lightless hall thrummed with a perilous quiet, the shadows devouring the silhouettes of the gathered aspirants. You stood among them, a conspicuous rupture in the lineup: the slight frame of a teenager surrounded by scarred veterans. Ahead, the leadership of the Vermilion faction waited, their tolerance exhausted by the fresh blood staining the stone. Kael's stare sliced through the gloom, sharp and dismissive. One by one, competitors stumbled and were erased, assassins with hair like dark jade moving with silent, deadly precision. The atmosphere thickened with the coppery scent of fear. Your moment arrived. Silas leaned in, his lip curling at your youthful guise, extending a mocking clemency that tasted of a grave.*