Lilith saw her across the field and the world went white.
Morgana stood beside the Primordial Villain with her head hanging at an angle that living necks didn't hold. Blood ran from her mouth in a continuous stream that pooled at her boots. Her robes were soaked from collar to hem in a red so dark it looked black, and the stab wound in her chest still wept where healing had been interrupted. Her arms dangled at her sides. Her eyes were open and empty, the cycling elements that had defined her for five hundred years replaced by a flat, vacant glow that held no recognition.
She looked like a corpse that someone had forgotten to lay down.
"Sister!"
Lilith's scream tore over the battlefield and her spellblade erupted with white fire. She abandoned the measured exchanges, abandoned the careful footwork, abandoned centuries of discipline and drove into Scar.
"Scar, I must get through!"
"Over my dead body."
