Of one mind in war.
She carries the heads of those slain in battle.
Ruthless and precise.
By this I mean you won't see her coming to collect.
It will be over in an instance...done and done.
No ring of metal around thine neck will block this sharp blade.
The Morrigan will do what must be done in the end.
She is a mistress to duty, to the hard choices.
The gods have gifted her with a diamond heart filled by fire.
Fiercely burning, hard at the outer, ethereal inner.
She waits and watches to see where the battle lies next.
Ready.
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