After ending the "video call" with Salvatore, the Hand of Winter, who had already been standing at the door for quite some time, finally knocked and entered.
He was an old man with an exceedingly frail figure.
He looked tall and thin, resembling a withered scarecrow, or a shadowy specter elongated in form.
The old man wore a light gray robe, his complexion deathly pale, devoid of color. His white and fine hair was so sparse it was almost transparent, and one could see the subtle liver spots at his temples and the corners of his eyes.
His pupils were silvery white... as if completely shrouded in mist. At a glance, it seemed like the eyes of a man blind, pure white.
The most striking feature was not the ice ring on his left ring finger but the scarf around his neck.
