From within the thick shroud of mist, a figure emerged, every step deliberate, echoing in the silence. The dense fog seemed to ripple around him, as if bending to his will. His hair, silver-white and flowing, cascaded down his shoulders like a river of moonlight, casting a soft glow that penetrated the gloom. Eyes the color of molten gold met the world with an intensity that sent chills to any who dared hold his gaze, filled with an ancient knowledge as profound as it was unfathomable.
As Aleysius Torga stepped forward, the very air seemed to shiver, his presence heavy and profound, carrying an aura so dense it weighed on the soul. The contours of his dark robes, midnight blue and adorned with symbols that seemed to pulse faintly, hinted at stars and galaxies, woven in a tapestry of the cosmos. Each detail on his garments caught the misty light, giving him an almost celestial bearing.
