[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Western Outskirts]
"They really are everywhere…" Victoria murmured, her voice quieter than usual. Dressed once more in her elaborate armor with her golden hair now properly combed—falling straight down her back—she stood still, blue eyes fixed upward. Her gaze was not wandering; it was anchored on a particularly large tear in the sky, one that pulsed as it continued to spill that unnatural black liquid.
They stood on an open plain, the kind that would have once felt peaceful in its simplicity—rolling stretches of green, broken only by the occasional cluster of trees scattered unevenly across the land. Now, it felt hollow. The sky above twisted unnaturally, the tears hanging like wounds that spilled blood. No Astorothians lingered here, and no animals stirred in the grass. Whatever life had once occupied this place had long since fled, leaving behind only silence and the viscous dripping from above.
