The Rat King, a figure shrouded in the myths of the urban underworld, possesses a visage and form that are as unique as his dominion. His face, a gewgaw of the rough life beneath the city, carries the marks of his reign in the sewers. His eyes, small and beady, shine with a sharp intelligence, glinting like precious stones in the dim light of his kingdom. These eyes, ever watchful, miss nothing – a testament to his cunning and awareness.
