[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Outskirts]
Lucinda could not help but let out a heavy sigh, one that lingered in her chest a moment longer than it should have, as if even her breath resisted leaving in a place like this.
Her red eyes moved slowly across the ruin all around her, taking it in piece by piece whether she wanted to or not. Broken structures leaned at unnatural angles, some half-collapsed and others completely reduced to scattered stone and splintered beams. The ground was cratered, torn open in places where something violent had struck, and everywhere—everywhere—there was blood staining it in dark patches that had already begun to dry.
It was a depressing sight, one that pressed down on the mind the longer one looked at it. It was not something that became easier to see with time.
And she hated that she found herself used to sights like these.
