A shaft of obsidian moonlight pierced the gnarled branches of the Morrslieb Wood, illuminating a clearing where Morathi surveyed her dominion. Her crimson robes, woven from whispers and nightmares, flowed around her like living flames, casting grotesque shadows on the twisted bark. In her hand, the Cauldron of Blood pulsed with a malevolent heartbeat.

Then, silence shattered. A whisper on the wind, a ripple in the darkness. Morathi whipped around, eyes like shards of obsidian glinting in the spectral light. Her voice, a chorus of hissed serpents, ripped through the air:

"Avert your eyes, unworthy wretch! You stand in the presence of Morathi, Iron Heart of Khaine, Mother of Blades, Hag Queen of Naggaroth! Dare to breathe again and your flesh will sing in the Cauldron's embrace!"