Galaria is a beautiful country. It's a country that bears scars of the wars that once waged across it. Big craters filled with water where cities once were. Now there is an aberant construction of might and war crouching on the land - filled with the malice that built it. Llydia watches on, taking pleasure not in the abomination before her, but the bountiful nature still thriving in spite of it. She is overlooking on the cliff, nearby her charge that she is sworn to protect. Mereliah would want this, so she must remain vigilant and ever at the ready.
