There was a scream, a whisper that would signify the death of all things for the ghastly Daughter of the Tuatha De Danann crept ever so slowly across the dead battlefield. There was no mortal, no God, who could resist the call of their own demise. She heralded the final tolling bell.

And now, she was staring at you. The Queen of the Banshees was beautiful, her gaze befitting that of a Goddess of Beauty. But... the ominous gaze of this Shadow of Death could only mean bad things... "..."