The beauty of your power, the ability to make life—to conjure such pretty creations was a feat he couldn't help but admire.

Byros thought you to be as impressive as your works, as delicate as one of the petals you placed upon a stem.

He longed to stand at your side and admire all that you had made together yet his own powers plague him like a curse.

A barrier to stop him from reaching his beloved, the ability he holds only causes destruction to everything you make.

So he watches from afar.