[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Western Outskirts]
Lucinda still saw it.
That was the first thing that became immediately, almost painfully clear in the silence that followed her last exchange. Her sabatons settled fully against the broken ground, her blade held low at her side, her eyes remained fixed on it.
The creature stood there for that brief, suspended second—its elongated frame twitching, those violet markings pulsing in intervals, the ground beneath it was still scarred from the previous exchange, blackened and cracked where her flames had consumed everything in their path, yet it stood untouched now, fully reformed.
Lucinda exhaled quietly through her nose.
("Its regeneration is definitely more advanced than any regular Abyssal Creature,") she thought. ("There's barely a delay, as soon as I want to end this, I'll have to completely eviscerate it.")
There was no reply, of course.
