From the skies above, a young man descended, draped in layered white robes that flowed like cascading waves of silk.
His long, thick, curly white hair spilled over his broad shoulders, trailing behind him like a cloud of ethereal mist. The sheer weight of his presence bent the air around him, pressing down on the arena below.
His eyes glowed with a serene, milky-white light, reminiscent of a blind man's gaze. Yet, within their depths, faint bloody-red runes pulsed ominously, exuding an aura of ancient, terrifying power.
Caine had never seen this man before. As he gauged the stranger's presence, his eyes narrowed slightly, a ripple of caution coursing through him.
"Hello," the man said, his voice soft yet carrying a resonance that seemed to vibrate within the bones of those who heard it. "I am the Timeless Guardian, but feel free to call me Ancestor Tallow."
