[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Outskirts]
Regrets had a way of building up.
They did not arrive all at once, nor did they announce themselves when they first took root. At the time, they were easy to ignore—dismissed as fleeting thoughts and inconvenient feelings pushed aside in favor of survival, duty, or simple denial.
But they never left; they lingered and waited.
And when there was nothing left to distract from them—no orders to follow or no voices to drown them out—they returned, heavier than before, pressing down with a weight that felt far more suffocating than anything physical.
The soldier had learned that the hard way.
A shrill scream tore through the air at his side, sudden and cut short, making it much worse. It was loud and close, too close.
He didn't turn; he didn't need to because he already knew what he would see.
