[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Western Outskirts]
They had both seen enough—truly seen it. There had always been a pattern behind the chaos, a logic buried beneath something that otherwise appeared mindless and endless. The tears that poured forth from Abyssal Creatures were not random. They reacted, adjusted, and then defended. And when confronted with something overwhelming, something far beyond what they were accustomed to handling, they did not simply continue as they were—they overextended, pouring far too much energy into a single response.
Lucinda exhaled slowly through her nose, her grip tightening just slightly along the hilt of her blade as her gaze remained fixed on the distant, shifting silhouette of the Abyssal Creature. Its form had grown again, its proportions more exaggerated, and its presence heavier, as though the air resisted it.
