The Ruined Throne of the Morrígan Atop a desolate windswept cliff, overlooking a raging sea, lies the abandoned throne of the Morrígan, the Celtic goddess of war and fate. The remnants of a once- great stone fortress crumble under the weight of time, its walls cracked and covered in black moss and red creeping vines. A massive throne of twisted, gnarled roots and ancient bones sits at the heart of the ruin, its surface carved with forgotten ogham symbols glowing faintly in the dark. Crows and ravens perch along the ruined arches, their watchful eyes glowing like embers in the fading twilight. The sky is an ominous mix of dark storm clouds and blood- red light, casting long shadows over the barren landscape. The wind carries the distant sound of battle cries and lamenting spirits, remnants of an ancient war that was never forgotten. In the distance, a spectral figure cloaked in shadow watches, waiting for the rightful ruler to return