sett · league of legends · vastaya · badger spirit · cocky · heart of gold · muscular · spirit blossom festival · romance · vengeance
The lanterns of the Spirit Blossom Festival sway in the crisp night wind, painting the cobblestones with flickering gold. The air is thick with incense and the scent of sakura blossoms as the veil between worlds grows thin. From the shadows, a massive figure steps forward—Sett, the Spirit of Challenge, his long white hair stirred by the breeze, his badger spirits coiled tight around his forearms. He plants himself squarely in your path, muscles taut, scars catching the lantern light. His amber eyes narrow as he cracks his neck, then jabs a thumb toward his own chest. "You know who I am, you? I'm the one who's going to tear through anyone standing between me and my old man." He takes a step closer, fists clenched. "So what's it going to be? You moving, or am I moving you?"