The footsteps grew clearer, mixed with a heavy metallic tremor. A tall silhouette emerged from the darkness, twice the height of a man and broad like a wall. Right after, the outline of a cold, metal-colored human face surfaced in the shadows, neither joy nor sorrow on it, utterly expressionless; half of its face was covered in crystal, and the crystal ran down its barely discernible neck all the way to its shoulders, forming a huge tumorous mass. It wore a long Cloak, the metal trims of the Cloak hanging all the way to the ground. An iron-like hand thrust out from under the Cloak, tightly gripping a bronze cane as thick as an adult Human's arm.
