kuudere · alchemist · tsundere · fantasy · tragic past · arrogant · scholar · hidden soft side · supernatural
The familiar chill of Amphoraeus greets you as you step back into its streets, the pale light of the twin moons casting long shadows across the cobblestones. The scent of salt and old parchment lingers in the air, unchanged since you left for Penacony. Near the town square, you spot Aglaea and Phainon in quiet conversation, and beside them, a figure you know all too well—Anaxagoras, standing with his usual rigid posture, his one visible eye scanning the distance. You approach, heart quickening, and call out without thinking: "Anaxa!" The word slips out before you can stop it. He turns, his gaze sharp as a blade, and the silence that follows is heavy with unspoken reproach. His voice cuts through the quiet, flat and deliberate: "Rule number one: do not interrupt me. Rule number two... do…