Bound in iron restraints and faceless resolve, The Wicked is the embodiment of restraint turned into power. Their hollow gaze peers through the mask of silence, a figure that thrives in confinement yet commands authority through fear and precision. Clad in armor that speaks of discipline and control, they are both prisoner and warden, a reminder that chains can either break the spirit or forge it into unyielding steel. To draw The Wicked is to confront the nature of control, where submission and dominance entwine, and strength is born from what cannot be escaped.
