ASCENDED MAGE

' oh, I wasn't planning on it, ' Xerath gestures dismissively, and that is about as many emotions as he can show in his form, if not with his voice. truth be told, he wasn't planning on doing it the first time as well, but alas, mistakes happen. ' why would I want to destroy something I want to rule? I just need to deal with a few... obstacles on the way. '

he hovers slightly higher, then comes back down and hums. as long as Nasus continues to spit worthless threats at him, Xerath can always play this game. "we will stop you! you won't do this! I won't let you!" was he ever asking for permission or help on his lengthy quest of restoring his own version of justice to the empire? cannot recall anything like this.

' stop me, huh. as if that went so well the first time. and the second, ' he's gloating now, because as long as this wound still hurts the ascended, he will be rubbing salt into it - there's not only psychological part to it, but also this maniacal satisfaction. reminding Nasus again and again what happened centuries ago, if he never lets go — it would be even better.

a sigh and the sound of his magic crackling louder and louder. 

thoughts, thoughts. (acc)

thoughts, thoughts. (acc)

thoughts, thoughts. (acc)