C332 A Hazy White Figure

The enigmatic woman halted in her tracks and whipped around, her icy gaze emitting two beams of sacred light as she peered into the distance.

"Who's there?"

Emerging from the shadowy, dilapidated ruins was a gaunt figure, so frail it seemed a mere breeze could topple him. Clutching a staff, he made his way toward her, step by step.

He donned a patched, ancient grey robe