Judge observed Tenebris with a quiet, intent curiosity, the kind that made the rest of the world blur at the edges. There was something in those ancient eyes, a depth that did not simply hold secrets but entombed them. No mortal mind had ever brushed against the truths hidden there, and Judge could feel the weight of that mystery settle over him like a veil.
While he stood there, essentially gawking at what appeared to be an elderly man with far too much gravity in his gaze, the quill at his side wasted no time. It scratched across parchment in a fevered burst of inspiration, eager to immortalize the moment with all the melodramatic flourish it believed the world deserved.
