Eleanor's heart skipped a beat when she saw the stranger's appearance. She could only see a sharp and cold expression on his face, as it was partly covered by the hood of his cloak. His dark, piercing eyes sparkled with icy amusement, causing a shiver to run down her spine. They appeared to mirror the chaos of the battlefield, while also maintaining a sense of disconnection, as though he was an observer at a somber show.
Surrounding him, there was a peculiar energy in the air that caused a discordant vibration, making Eleanor feel on edge. It seemed like the air itself shrank away from him, forming a sense of discomfort that surrounded him on all sides. He remained still, a mysterious guard watching the chaotic events with unsettling tranquility.