Lugh felt an unshakable sense of wrongness as he stared at the woman before him.
Her long, shimmering white hair clung to her shoulders, drenched from the relentless downpour.
There was something off about her, something beyond the obvious, but he couldn't quite place what it was.
The rain pounded against the earth, masking the erratic footsteps of the soldiers who scrambled around them.
They moved like mad men, their bodies caked in mud, oblivious to anything but their own frenzy.
Lightning split the darkened atmosphere, briefly illuminating the woman's delicate features. She was beautiful, her face framed by that radiant hair, her expression serene, almost saintly.
When she finally spoke, her voice was melodic, as if spun from the echoes of a hymn.
"I'm sorry to say this"
She spoke softly,
"but this is where you die."
