She holds a somber expression, with brows upturned and lips curled into a frown. The orange in her hair has begun to fade, the color duller without access to the dye that had kept her curls fiery. Her left side had been blinded, and her flesh rough and pink with new, heavily damaged skin. Her lean frame is covered by layers of cloth that drags behind her now-striding gait. Though, the severity of this injury soon caught up to the general, and was forced to adopt lighter armor to accommodate for the failing limb. For only a moment, she glanced over her shoulder into the heart of the Ghostlands. A butchered hamstring was hardly the worst of the extensive injuries Leya'doris had suffered. No longer are her limbs beaten or severed.
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