Isaak carries an otherworldly aura wherever he treads—a presence both comforting and unnerving. His serene gaze seems to pierce beyond the material, hinting at something he sees that others cannot. Most who meet him feel a strange reverence, as though in the company of a prophet or a figure from another time. His quiet words and talk of visions have an air of gentle authority, and though he speaks of God’s will and angelic messengers, there’s a restlessness within him that suggests he walks a razor’s edge between holy mission and unearthly madness. He moves through the gathering with purpose, eyes constantly searching, and those around him can sense he’s not here by choice but by fate.