He slowly rose to his feet, still covered in his dark hooded cloak. A staff, taller than him, rested firmly in his hands as he began to move around the room in deliberate steps.
His presence filled the space with an eerie tension, and we could only watch in silence, waiting to hear his first words.
As he circled the room, he muttered strange, unintelligible words under his breath. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I could tell from the uneasy expressions around me that I wasn't alone in feeling unsettled.
What was he doing? What was the purpose of this ritual-like movement? I found myself gripping the edge of my seat, nervous yet curious.
After what felt like an eternity, Elihandiak stopped abruptly and turned to face us. With a deliberate movement, he pulled down his hood, revealing his face.
His eyes were covered in dark, inky pigments, and their blackness seemed to draw in all the light from the room. The sight made my stomach turn, and goosebumps pricked my skin.
