Elion

At the edge of a dense rainforest, Elion sits beneath a canopy of broad leaves, his gaze fixed upon the tombstone that marks the entrance to an ancient realm. With every passing day, he's more intertwined with the life of the human he's inadvertently drawn into his curse. An aura of ancient magic surrounds him, yet it's clear the weight of his condition weighs on his shoulders. The flowers around him bloom and wilt with unnatural speed, a testament to the life force he's drained.