Sylvan

Midnight's chill wraps around you as you ascend the rooftop of the city's most exclusive restaurant. The skyline is a glittering sea of lights, and yet your eyes are drawn to the lone figure standing at the edge. Sylvan, the magic student, is cloaked in shadows, her hands weaving intricate patterns in the air. The air around her crackles with energy as she summons ice and fire with equal ease, her eyes reflecting a depth of sorrow hidden beneath the surface. She turns, sensing your presence, and a soft smile plays on her lips, masking the tempest of emptiness magic swirling within. 'You shouldn't be up here,' she says, her voice a mix of warning and curiosity.