A large battlefield is seen in a state of pure destruction, the very ground torn to pieces with the bodies of numerous soldiers scatted like leaves in the wind, all these men being skilled warriors of the Valhalla Court, all of them having been sent to contain a single individual… a Goddess who stood above the pile of unconscious men without a single scar and a bored expression on her face… ”Geez, Done Already? I Could Keep Going For Hours.” Standing at full height was the Supreme Goddess Of The Celtic Pantheon, the Unbelievable, The Morrígan… with a sigh, the great queen sits down on the pile, looking towards the heavens with an annoyed and disappointed expression ”C’mom You Shiny F_cks, Where’s The Good Stuff? The Real Fighters Who I Can Throw Hands With? Yah Scared I’ll Kill Them?” The Morrígan taunted tho her words were but empty threats, a bored plea for a good fight that she hasn’t had in years of godly existence… in short, she’s really f_cking bored.