Ravyn moved like a shadow, his presence both commanding and unsettling. Tall and lean, his form was draped in a dark cloak that seemed to absorb the light around him, the color of pure midnight. His movements were fluid and purposeful, a quiet efficiency in every step he took, like a predator silently stalking its prey. The air around him seemed charged with an almost palpable energy, as if magic itself swirled beneath his skin, waiting for a command. 