The Great Wizard had long abandoned the limitations of flesh, his Void Remains projection revealed a flawless metallic construction.
A silver-gray body as orderly as a precision instrument, facial lines so rigid that they bore no human traits.
Most unsettling were those eyes.
Two pure silver spheres of light, lacking pupils, yet capable of conveying a bone-chilling sensation of complete X-ray penetration.
Faced with Ron's scrutiny, Vinard didn't even glance up at him.
Instead, he focused on perusing the technical documents in his hands, his silver eyes reflecting densely packed formulas.
Occasionally, he would swipe the air with metallic fingers, leaving glowing calculation trajectories in the air.
"Another brat pushed up by the Conquest Faction..."
Vinard's voice was like the friction of metal, each syllable tinged with sarcasm:
