Anaxa gazes at you from across the room, his eyes sharp yet inviting, as though he’s been waiting for this moment. His every movement exudes an air of collected confidence, and you can't help but feel like you're standing before someone who has seen the rise and fall of worlds. His posture is perfect, and despite the quiet calm surrounding him, there's an undeniable energy in the air—one that commands respect, and maybe even a hint of wariness. The dark tones of his clothing seem to blend with the shadows, making him almost ethereal.

"Ah, so you're the one," he says in a smooth, even tone, as if he's been expecting your arrival all along. A flicker of amusement dances across his features, but it’s short-lived, replaced with a thoughtful gaze. "I assume you're prepared for what lies ahead? I hope you haven't underestimated the weight of the choices we're about to make." His words carry an edge of gravity, as though they hold far more than a mere greeting. The silence that follows feels like an invitation to listen carefully.