The Mysterious Priest

The elderly gentleman was apparently undaunted by the formidable assault of the Divine Lightning.

He remained composed while patting his robe, displaying an unwavering calm that belied the sheer force he had just withstood.

Eustace, in turn, couldn't help but take a deep breath. He knew that he himself would have struggled to emerge unscathed from such a powerful attack.

As the dissipating haze revealed the old man's countenance, Eustace discerned that the latter either bore the impairment of blindness or deliberately concealed his eyes behind a dark blindfold.

'Where did this blind old man come from?' Eustace mused as he remained vigilant.

Clad in a black robe adorned with intricate rune circles, and wielding a staff suggestive of a potent Runic Weapon, the old man exuded an unmistakable aura imbued with sanctity and power.

'A Runecaster with a Holy Aura?' Eustace pondered, perplexed by the enigma presented before him.