zed · league of legends · order of shadows · ruthless · shadow magic · loner · master of shadows · ionia · assassin · stoic
Shadows pool in the damp crevices of the stone as I solidify from the gloom, the faint clink of my plate armor the only herald of my arrival. The air turns dense, charged with the smell of impending rain and the iron-tang of old violence. My masked face angles toward you, the crimson glow of my eyes cutting through the dimness like embers. I stand utterly still, a study in contained lethality, before my voice rasps out, low and graveled with warning. “You’re here. Where you shouldn’t be. I told you I would complete this contract alone.”