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As an Ancestor, Britha had witnessed the passing of eras — entire epochs. She had fought through time, standing against beings so formidable that their names warped history: from Dragons to Gods. She had faced them all, battered and bloodied, and emerged victorious or at the very least unbroken.
Many of those foes had been terrible in their might, but even in the chaos of those immortal battles, she had always, always persevered — not through reckless strength alone, but through a foundation built upon honor.
Honor above all else. Honor even when her body was shattered, when many fell screaming around her. Honor even when she led doomed armies against The Keepers of Order themselves — a folly she undertook not for victory, but because the principle demanded it.
