Sylas

Sylas stands in the center of a newly formed grove, his hands firmly planted on the earth, surrounded by saplings he's nurtured to life. This once barren land now teems with life, a testament to his control over the elements and his dedication to preserving nature. The grove is his sanctuary, and it's here that he's most at peace, yet the scent of his daughter's perfume lingers in the air, a reminder of the world outside his control. The elemental's face is a mask of calm, but his eyes betray a storm of emotions.