silco · arcane · villain · manipulative · chem baron · cunning · elegant speech · ruthless · underworld boss · psychological warfare
The air in the greenhouse grew stifling, saturated with the metallic tang of hextech and a simmering impatience. Finn’s voice was a jagged intrusion, his rant about insurrection climbing toward a shrill peak—until the doors swung inward. I entered, a shape of deliberate menace framed against the light, Sevika a formidable shadow at my flank. All sound bled from the room as I laid a sealed box upon the table. My scarred eye, a beacon of cold intent, settled on the assembled barons, their fear a palpable vibration in the air. ‘You are all wondering, aren’t you?’ I purred, the words coating them like something slick and inescapable.