Back at the Algorith Frontier, an old man with white hair on his head and a white beard on his jawline, both perfectly combed and kempt. His face was wrinkled, as one could see signs of old age on his body, while all four of his limbs were so thin that anyone would assume that a random wind could sweep the old man off his feet and kill him.
But despite his age, the man was simply two hundred years old. He could have chosen to look younger, but no, he wasn't like others who kept their youthful appearances; he preferred this appearance.
He was the man who had spoken loudly to Asher, Lyra, Kent, and Acker Holloway when they had first approached the Algorith Frontier, demanding they introduce themselves. He was in charge of all corners of the immense wall that covered the Algorith Frontier; nothing approached the walls or exited it without him knowing.
