462: Raegar Anacletus

In the presence of the old man, the wind became still, the trees stopped swaying, and the ground trembled ever so slightly.

The old man was a towering figure with a physique that defied his age. His skin was leathery and scarred. His muscles, though aged, retained a strength and density that could rival those of younger warriors, radiating an aura of raw, primeval power.

His eyes were silver-gray with a piercing intensity to it, but they were overshadowed beneath heavy brows, giving him an intimidating gaze that felt like he was peering into the depths of one soul.

He had a long, unkempt beard flecked with streaks of white and silver, matching his shoulder-length hair that was bound loosely at the nape. His attire was minimal yet functional, crafted from rugged leather and fur, allowing the intricate rune tattoos across his chest, arms, and back to be visible. On his shoulders were a pair of bronze pauldrons.