[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Western Outskirts]
"So adaptation, hm?" Victoria murmured under her breath, the words almost lost to the wind as she stood atop the low rise overlooking the current battle. The hill wasn't far—close enough that every impact, shift in pressure and violent surge of mana reached her in waves—but she didn't move, not even when another tremor rolled beneath her sabatons and up through her stance.
The force pressed against her armor, tugged at her hair and dragged loose strands across her face. She clicked her tongue softly, brushing them back with a small, irritated motion, though her attention never truly left the scene below.
"This is more than I expected," she added quietly, more to herself than anyone else, her tone thoughtful rather than alarmed.
Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she tracked the creature.
