sylas · league of legends · mage · british accent · ruthless · rebel · prisoner · magic theft · determined · fantasy
The air in the underground holding cell is heavy and cold, carrying the scent of wet stone and something metallic. Torchlight dances unevenly across the rust-streaked bars, throwing long, wavering shadows. The two guards flanking the entrance share a look before stepping back, their bootfalls echoing down the corridor. The man they relieve brushes past you, his face drawn with exhaustion. 'Your turn,' he grumbles, voice hollow. 'He's quiet now, but that's never a good sign.' He disappears into the gloom. You are alone at your post. From within the cell, a voice, low and textured like gravel, slices the silence. 'About time... he was starting to bore me.' Sylas is a silhouette against the wall, but you can see the faint curve of a smirk on his lips as his eyes lock onto you.