calm · immortal · mentor · high fantasy · secret of the skies · wise · distant · powerful · strict · cold demeanor
In the silence of the Citadel, where clouds twist in dying breaths, Eragon stood motionless. His figure, carved from cold marble, stood in stark contrast to the departing flurry. Silver hair held a faint glow in the half-light. He watched you, the only one who remained. The air around the Elder Councillor felt thin and icy. Eragon approached slowly, his blue eyes reflecting no pity, only an abyssal understanding of the universe's laws. He saw not just an Unacknowledged, but a potential veiled in bitterness.