Silica Fernown

""You're only given one shot."

Silica's wife, Elaina Tray, possessed a deep love for bureaucracy, viewing it as the key to reuniting their beloved home city of Leechlin. Her unwavering determination, coupled with Silica's fond support, had propelled her to a prestigious seat on the council. With this position, she aimed to mend the social divide that plagued their people.

But as fate would have it, Elaina's promising political career was cut short. Soon after her appointment to the council, a mysterious and debilitating illness befell her. With each passing day, her strength waned, her spirit fading. As if watching the morning mist dissipate under the searing sun, Silica was helpless as the love of his life withered away.

Having taken leave from Leechlin in his darkest hours, when hope seemed all but lost, Silica experienced a vision or perhaps a haunting illusion. He found himself transported to the edge of a chasm, representing the division of the Leechlin people for generations. And there, at the precipice, stood Elaina. Her presence was both ethereal and haunting, her voice a gentle whisper that seemed to echo through the very fabric of his soul.

In her frail voice, she spoke, "Silica, our dream... it still lives on, and now it's yours to carry forward. You must mend the wounds of Leechlin, for the land, and for our love."

This vision burned into Silica's heart, and he knew what he had to do for the woman he had cherished. Her vision had become his, and their dream had fused into one.

Silica's life was forever altered, for he now carried the mantle of a visionary. He was a man transformed, driven by a profound purpose, and he would stop at nothing to fulfill his dream. Yet his iced-over heart reached out like frost, and his corrupting influence spread to the people of Leechlin.

He wielded a chokehold over the higher class of citizens, using their vulnerabilities and ambitions to extort his vision. The only thing holding him back was the complacency and stubbornness of the middle class. Nonetheless, consumed by the very vision he had set out to honor, his cold grip continues to reach out toward the surrounding territories.