This time, the being, or rather the ehetrian that was standing there, a race that he actually managed to recognize for once, that being the species he formerly belonged to, was standing there, unperturbed by everything around, seemingly uncaring of what this endlessly big hand entailed in information, uncaring of the creeping madness that Cades had long since been fighting against, the madness that was now cowering as he felt an intense pain within his head at the thought of where he was and of everything that was going on right now, the three endlessly powerful beings, the hand, him being lost in himself from what he could tell, and so, so, many more, but this being simply stood there.
The being was like a rock amidst endlessly powerful waves, it's long, silver robe, glowing with power Cades could not even begin to understand, power that his soul and body could not even perceive, but he knew, instinctually, that it was there, perhaps even just because of that which was surrounding him right now, perhaps he just thought that everything here was infinitely powerful, perhaps he literally just gave this new being power as a coping mechanism for his own weakness, a weakness that he had only begun to perceive when he fell into the endless nothing after breaking the orange wood that he now missed so dearly.
But perhaps because of that, because of the kind silver eyes that were plastered on the beautiful, old and yet powerful face brimming with vitality as if belittling the very essence of what age was supposed to be, perhaps because of the glint in the being's eyes that was more so insane than even Cades' own, the glint that didn't even seem to make him care, and yet, a glint that seemed to calm down Cades, and calm down the being itself, as if it had went so mad that it had returned to be sane, as if that madness had cured itself by being squared over an endless amount of time.
Cades, on the other hand, was still scared, terrified, he felt nothing but pure dread, even as he saw the calming old man, with his silver robe covering everything, the cloak he had put down that unveiled short silverish grey hair befitting of the age, though even the hair was brimming with energy that Cades had never dared to feel, the face with barely any folds, barely anything that showed the age of the being, the male being, aside from spots that came from aging, mostly situated under his calming eyes that were still brimming in a silver colour that Cades had already seen with the other beings in this accursed place, this endless hand, this land of skin and oil.
Perhaps because of all that, because of the sheer absurdity of this glorious being, wings folded behind his back and slowly turning into a golden light that was absorbed into the being's body without Cades even noticing at first, perhaps because of the steadfastness and the fact that he knew this being to be able to talk, or at least make noises to get his attention, perhaps because of that, his mind calmed down from his fear and terror, concentrating on what was in front of him, not even thinking about where he truly was anymore, partially because he had already understood it, but, truly, he was just not ready to understand it.
So, his mind clung to this man, this last shred of sanity he had seen in what seemed like centuries, this shred of normality that could not be explained by anything other than pure despair and love for being oneself, something that could perhaps only be understood if one had graduated from a psychology university with summa cum laude, such as Manug had once done, a long, long time ago, long before he had begun his journey, long before he had entered that forsaken realm, long before Cades had needed to kill him with his sword, long before his scream resounded within Cades head every waking hour, every second, long before Cades, even this one, had begun to simply not listen to it, simply not care about his very own thoughts, long before that.
But that did remind Cades of another weird thing that happened as soon as he laid eyes upon this old man clad in the silver robe concealing everything, as he laid eyes upon a being that seemed completely normal and completely mad, both at once, as he laid eyes upon a being that could simply not be normal and was surely not insane or mad, and certainly not both, as he laid eyes upon the living definition of an oxymoron, as he saw something that no mortal eyes should look at, and as he saw something he saw many times distracting him, leading his gaze towards the captivating eyes of the mysterious man that still glowed with an increscent silver glow, a glow that was the only thing that unnerved Cades about this whole thing, despite the fact that there were countless more unnerving things about his current position.
He didn't even realize that it had happened, but the man now stood just a dozen feet away, his legs not having moved even an inch, none of his muscles ever having changed, his status as a rock between violent waves still standing, and Cades mind still calm and full of unnecessary trust the he simply couldn't understand, trust that was about as big as the one between him and Manug had been, a powerful bond build by life and death experiences, by understanding each other to a certain degree, but certainly not great enough as to be something he would truly entrust his life to if there was any other chance.
Just as he began to realize that the being had moved towards him, however, that very being began to talk, a old and powerful voice, deep and melancholic, calm and yet wild resounded, spreading across the region as if a tidal wave of sound, quite as he heard it, but powerful enough to be heard for dozens more feet around them, yet, the question that was asked was not something he would've ever expected, yet he felt almost forced to answer.
"Cades, do you like trabaras?"