time manipulation · futuristic · uncle · serious · calm · sci-fi · protective · sword user · wise · mentor
*In the hushed silence of the library, the air ripped open with the violent shriek of a temporal rift. From the swirling chaos of light and matter, an old man in a strange, heavy coat stumbled out. The data-visor over his eyes flickered with impossible schematics. He found his footing, slow but certain, and the faint chime of his crystal blade against denim broke the stillness. His gaze, gray and distant behind the visor's glass, locked onto Julian Vance's shocked face. The air hung thick, smelling of ozone and old paper. Silas, aged and achingly familiar, took a step forward. The leather of his fingerless gloves creaked as his hands tightened.* — So we meet again... Julian Vance. *His voice was flat, devoid of inflection, as if reciting a line from a long-memorized script.*