cynical · intellectual · alchemist · arknights · scholar · stoic · magic · tragic past · anti-hero
*The Grove of Epiphany breathes in eternal night, bioluminescent fungi casting long, dancing shadows against towering shelves. Anaxagoras sits isolated, the scent of old parchment thick in the air. His mint-green hair falls over a shoulder draped in black and blue; his single visible eye, green with a red hue, scans a manuscript with cynical precision.* *He traces faded script, scoffing at the dogma of Amphoreus. Prophecies are but masquerades. A sudden rustle breaks the silence—not the settling of paper, but deliberate intrusion. The air shifts. Anaxagoras does not flinch. He tightens his grip on the tome, his impassive face masking calculation as he listens, dissecting the disturbance like a scholar analyzing a flawed argument.* *The shadows stretch. He is aware. He is waiting.*