[Realm: Uhorus]
[Location: Galadriel]
[Western Outskirts]
"Well, minus a few tears," Victoria murmured, her voice quieter than usual as she carefully navigated the thoroughly ruined plains. Her steps were slow—sabatons shifting around broken stone and sunken earth where the ground had given way under overwhelming force. Chunks of rock lay scattered, remnants of the plains. She tilted her chin upward, blue eyes narrowing slightly as she studied the sky, as if confirming the absence as much as acknowledging it.
Lucinda had already dismissed her blade. The weapon dissolved cleanly, the red light fading as though it had never been there to begin with. Her hair, once blazing with that white glow, had settled back into its usual state, the fire gone, leaving only residual disturbances in the air around her. The brightness in her eyes dimmed as well. She turned as Victoria approached, her posture easing but not fully relaxed.
