Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

"Dakwus." Morathi spoke slowly, her voice low and full of mixed emotions, "Before you showed up, I received a terrible prophecy that the Maelstrom would collapse."

She paused, her tone revealing a hint of hidden fear and memories.

"At first, this prophecy filled me with deep fear. I thought it was a doom imposed on me by the Chaos Demon. I thought what I saw was an evil beyond imagination."

Her eyes dropped slightly, as if she was recalling those long and lonely years, and her tone gradually became calm and cold.

"But as time went on, I came to understand that even the most powerful demons have their weaknesses. They can be manipulated, exploited, and even constrained by my will."

"The Maelstrom was not a solution from the beginning. Your prediction is true, but..."

Dacus was silent for a moment, then spoke with a tone of noncommittal. At the end, he shrugged his shoulders, speaking in a relaxed tone as if it was just a trivial matter.

There is really not much to say about this matter. After all, history has proved everything. The scene at the end of the battle is still vivid. Malekith and Tyrion launched a thrilling 1V1 duel on the battlefield. In the end, Malekith was unarmed, covered in blood, and vomiting blood. But even so, he still stood straight, waiting for the arrival of the last moment.

As Tyrion held the Sword of Khaine aloft, Morathi's laughter echoed across the battlefield, a laughter filled with cruel glee.

However, the fatal blow did not fall.

Just as Morathi's chilling laughter sounded, Tyrion's body suddenly staggered, and he retreated as if hit by something. An arrow accurately passed through the broken part of his breastplate and pierced directly into his rotten heart.

Tyrion fell to his knees, the sword of Khaine falling from his hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but in the end nothing came out, only blood dripping from his mouth. In his eyes, Khaine's madness finally dissipated, and for the first time in those long months, he regained consciousness. Then, he fell to his side and died.

But soon, he was alive again... Like from Yurik.

Morathi's laughter stopped abruptly, and a look of denial and doubt appeared on her face, and her heart was in chaos. Before she could react, the second arrow shot from a distance and hit Malekith's back accurately. Malekith's body twitched violently, and finally fell on Tyrion, and his blood quickly dyed the ground under their feet red.

At this moment, Morathi let out a scream of extreme pain, a voice as shrill as a beast, full of anger, despair and sadness. It was an outburst of primitive and dark emotions, touching the deepest pain in her soul. Her hands hooked up like claws, her fingertips trembling, and Aris, who had done all this, had already disappeared.

Meanwhile, Teclis was drawing away the Winds of Magic at the edge of the Maelstrom, trying to complete the binding, but at that moment, Morathi unleashed a bolt of purple lightning that struck him, causing his entire body to convulse and he fell forward, covered in blood.

Morathi felt the ground tremble beneath her feet, and the Isle of the Dead began to break apart, but these changes did not lessen her madness. One enemy was dead, but thousands still stood on the hillside, and all of Ulthuan. She had only hatred in her heart, and she wanted everyone to pay for her shame, for the death of her loved ones.

As the last three winds of magic struggled to escape, the sky began to shake violently, and she finally realized what she must do. She rushed forward, through the churning storm, straight into the center of the vortex.

The moment Sulefit touched the wind wall, she was annihilated, but she did not stop. The mages in the Maelstrom noticed her approach, but they had no chance against her. Their attention was focused on preventing the collapse of the Maelstrom and the complete destruction of Ulthuan, but she did not hesitate to kill them.

In the end, only Caledor survived, protected by the counter-protection spell he had woven. He could feel a terrible presence approaching. When the figure appeared in the center of the vortex, he caught a glimpse of the glittering eyes of Slaanesh himself. They appeared at the intersection of the real world and the realm of chaos, like two beacons in the abyss.

Morathi also saw Slaanesh's eyes, but the mad woman did not care. She cast even wilder magic, attracting Slaanesh's gaze and luring him closer.

Caledor pleaded desperately, but Morathi paid no heed to his cries.

The crack expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and a huge claw pierced through the crack. The surface of the claw was composed of countless faces screaming in pain and ecstasy. The claw groped blindly for its prey, bringing the breath of destruction. The air was filled with thousands of terrible temptation stench, and the voices of promise and fear sang loudly in the wind.

Meanwhile, outside the wind column, Teclis finally woke up from his coma. Every movement of his charred body was as painful as a burning flame, but he dragged himself towards the whirlpool again. He knew that the magic released by Morathi was like a shining beacon, sending the most direct invitation to Slaanesh. If the rift continued to expand, the Dark Prince would descend into the real world, and at that time, there would be no power in the world that could stop His arrival...

So, whatever the cost, the remaining Winds of Magic must be dispersed at once, and he stretched out his hands and began to release the Winds of Magic to prevent Ulthuan from being cursed by Slaanesh. He succeeded, but at the cost of the Maelstrom's collapse and the fall of Ulthuan.

The whistling pillar of wind began to collapse, the Maelstrom itself contracted, and the rift shrank with it. As Slaanesh realized that he had been deceived and that the feast before him was within his grasp but could never be tasted, a great roar split the sky.

At this moment, Morath finally realized her folly and was ready to retreat, but she did not notice Caledor approaching. When the giant claws approached, Caledor hugged her tightly, and she screamed, scratching and biting Caledor with her nails and teeth. Blood flowed down the dragon trainer's face like a river, but Caledor still insisted, maintaining the posture of one last hug.

"My child, your fate has come to an end. Meet your end with your last bit of dignity."

Caledor's words pierced through Morathi's madness, and she collapsed into Caledor's arms. She screamed one last time, and then fell silent, as Slaanesh's claws tightened around them both.

When the vortex completely disintegrated, the crack closed, and Caledo and Moras disappeared without a trace.

This is one of the reasons why Dacus hates prophecies. He never actively seeks foretellings from Lilith, and Lilith knows him and never gives him foretellings, but provides some other help, such as helping him breathe when he was on the verge of death in the Chaos Realm, and helping him build a bridge. When Liv was by his side, he did not seriously seek for foretellings from Liv, although Liv could not see it either.

"So, this is not something you have to promise me, because I know you will avoid it." Morathi smiled.

"You're right." Daxus also laughed. He was so angry that he laughed.

"Oh, my poor son." Morathi's smile slowly faded, replaced by a complicated expression. Her voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible. "He is going through an independent and rebellious phase. He never understands that his followers are unreliable. Duruchi only regards him as a temporary supporter. They have no faith and are only loyal to themselves."

She raised her head, her eyes revealing deep fatigue, and her voice trembled slightly, as if she was mocking herself, or sighing.

"But you are different, Daxus. He treats you as a friend, a real friend. How...precious, a friend, huh."

"So, please keep going, okay?" There was a hint of pleading in Morathi's tone.

Her eyes fell on Daxus's face, as if she could see through it.

"Although you look like Alandrian, you have the shadow of Aenarion and Caledor, the two friends. I sense a strong power in you."

She paused, her tone becoming deeper and more determined.

"This is my last request as a mother. I do not ask Malekith to be respected and loved, because I know that no matter how hard he tries, he can never be like his father."

There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in her voice.

"Help him get back everything that belongs to him, and don't let him witness the destruction of the Maelstrom, at least while he's still alive, okay?"

She shook her head slightly, with a hint of certainty in her tone.

"I know you can do it, Daxus."

"Don't worry, I will."

Daxus wanted to laugh, a helpless laugh, but he finally held it back. What the f*ck is this moment, just like that moment, isn't this a living example! Morathi at this moment is simply a classic example of a dying man, whose words are also good. Fortunately, Tyrion was not born yet, otherwise Morathi would definitely not be like this at this moment.

"Okay, I have nothing more to say." Morathi said lightly, taking a step forward as if to end the conversation.

"Wait." Daxus raised his hand and pointed at Morathi with a meaningful look. Seeing Morathi stopped, he pointed back and said, "Can you promise me something too? One of my... friends? He wants to fulfill his revenge, I promised him."

"Let me guess, Aris? Aris from the Annar family?" Moras raised her eyebrows slightly, paused for a moment, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. There was a hint of ridicule in her tone, as if she already knew all this.

"He wants to kill me? To get revenge? Sure, I can let him shoot me with an arrow. But that's all." Morathi's words were chillingly calm. She paused, with a look of unfathomable meaning in her eyes. "I can't die under his arrow. Whether he gets his revenge is his business or not. In the end, it's up to you to complete it."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly took out a dagger from her arms. She did not hold the handle of the dagger, but instead held the sharp tip and handed the dagger to Daquus.

"Soul dagger?"

"Yes." Morathi nodded, with a hint of fatigue and indifference in her expression. "Sometimes, I get tired of the way of life in this world. I am bored to death. I am eager to see what is waiting for me in another world."

She paused, and the smile on her face became more sarcastic.

"But unfortunately, I know what awaits people like me. The Chaos Gods are eager to devour my soul. I will become a particularly delicious snack, a soul raised by thousands of years of sin."

Her voice deepened slightly, but there was a cold determination in her tone.

"No, I don't want to go through that ultimate experience yet. So, you have to finish it in the end, before that bitch gets here. I don't want to see her hateful face."

She held the dagger closer to Dacus, her eyes showing an unquestionable certainty. "As for what happens after death... you will see the wealth hidden in the Tower of Prophecy later. After my soul dissipates, this body will have no meaning at all."

At this moment, just like then, now, standing before Daxus is the ultimately sober Morathi.

Sometimes, people are very fragmented and cannot be simply defined as good or bad. Morathi is such an abstract existence.

What happened in 2300 IC is proof of this.

Morathi was originally with the Chaos Tide and her army, but she received some news, and in order to verify whether what the spies told her was true, she came to Naggarond. When the Duruchi opened their eyes and focused their gazes on her, she had a blank expression on her face, showing no sign of inner anxiety.

She stared at a female elf and found that she was as bad as she had feared. She couldn't believe what her son had done, and she didn't know whether to be proud or angry. Malekith had bound the great daemon of Slaanesh, the Nakaari, by his own power, a feat of astonishing boldness. The daemons were extremely dangerous, incredibly powerful, and could cause fatal damage to the summoner the moment they were summoned.

Yet Malekith did it.

The demon was there, seemingly under control, standing among a group of Duruchi who had no idea how close the Dark Mother was to them.

The nightmare thing was held securely in place by strange, eerie shackles, but Morathi still felt unsafe, like being in the same room with a chained white lion.

When the Drukis left, the mother and son had a conversation.

Morathi looked at the demon and then at Malekith. She controlled her anger because she knew that getting angry at her son would only backfire and Malekith would only become colder and more restrained.

"What have you done?" Morathi asked. Seeing that Malekith had no intention of answering, she continued, "You bound a great demon by force to serve you. Do you know what this means?"

"This means I have found the key to unlocking the Ulthuan Line."

"Perhaps, but it also means that you have earned the eternal hatred of a demon."

"Whatever, I have done, this is the creature that swore to destroy my father, and that is what makes it so interesting."

"Do you think this is funny?"

"Yes, you two should be able to be friends. You must have a lot of past memories to talk about."

Morathi exchanged a look with Nakaari. This was worse than she had imagined. The demon had been responsible for the near destruction of Ulthuan in the past, twice slain by Aenarion, and had every reason to hate her son and allow him to bring about his own destruction.

"You'll destroy us all! Malekith!"

"That's your plan, not mine. Yes, Mother, I know your plan, I just want you to know that I won't allow it."

"You will not... allow it?" This time there was anger in Morathi's voice. "Who are you to forbid me to do anything?"

"I am Malekith. I am the absolute ruler of Naggaroth, a fact I suppose you sometimes forget."

"When are you going to tell me how to do this?" Morathi wanted to get angry, but the confidence in Malekith's voice made her hesitate.

"You are just in time, Mother, but I am sure that with your undoubted knowledge and your gift of foresight, you can work it out on your own. If not, your spies will tell you. I just want to make sure there is no misunderstanding between us."

"I don't understand what you mean by that?"

"Then let me make it clear. If I find out that you have disrupted the Maelstrom spell of Caledor, I will then give you to my pet as a plaything. You will like that, right, Nakali?"

The bound demon smiled and nodded.

"You must excuse its silence; I shall forbid it to speak until I am satisfied that it has good manners."

Anger and fear raged inside Morathi, but she didn't show it. She knew her son might have guessed her plan, but it had no effect on her determination to carry it out. It would only make the process more difficult and riskier. This time she smiled sincerely.

"Return to your army, mother, and let those barbarians do their duty."

"Of course, my dear son, what else could I do?"

At that time, Malekith lacked strong military strength, so he could only find other ways to open the key to Ulthuan. He summoned Nakari from the Realm of Chaos and bound him. But he was different from the Great Sundering. He opposed the collapse of the Great Vortex and vowed to defend it to the death, so that his mother would give up the idea of ​​collapsing the Great Vortex.

Morathi had created a Chaos Tide as a consumable for Drukir's attack on Ulthuan. She wanted to disintegrate the Maelstrom, but knowing how dangerous demons were, she opposed her son's doing so. Was she sane at the time? But she didn't care about this or that after she went crazy at the end of the war. She was no longer afraid of being forgotten in Slaanesh's stomach. That was her revenge, and for this she could satisfy Slaanesh's hunger.

Over the long years, she has been both a prophet and a destroyer; a loyal lover and a ruthless conspirator. She once sacrificed everything for the survival of the elves, and also sided with chaos for her own ambitions. She is well aware of the complexity and ugliness of human hearts, and therefore can never fully trust others.

She sometimes seems contradictory and even absurd, but this is exactly her reality: she is a soul struggling between fate and ambition, a woman intertwined with love and hatred, a being who desires destruction but fears death.

The embodiment of contradiction and division.

Of course, Morathi may also be laying the groundwork for a long time, trying to break down Daquus's vigilance. When he gets close, perhaps Morathi will use the Soul Dagger to give him a fatal blow, completing a wonderful final counter-kill.

However, Dacus did not turn his head. He knew that this was a critical moment and he could not afford to be careless.

He raised his hand.

Not far away, Aris moved, and he put a strange arrow on the Moon Bow. This arrow was given to him by Lilith before he entered the dungeon. It glowed with silver light and carried a sacred aura. The bowstring trembled gently, like a low hum at midnight, and then the arrow cut through the air like a meteor and pierced Morathi's chest accurately.

Morathi did not scream. She just lowered her head and looked calmly at the arrow stuck in her chest, as if she was examining an ending she had already accepted. Then she slowly fell to the ground.

"Druchi, hold your weapons firmly in your hands and send the Supreme Witch to her death!" Daquus shouted loudly, his voice like thunder, resounding throughout the square.

"Farewell to the Supreme Witch!"

"Farewell to the Supreme Witch!"

The Drukis who witnessed this historic moment knelt on one knee and shouted without question or hesitation.

Morathi, who was lying on the ground, heard the shouts. Her originally calm face changed slightly, and she slowly smiled. This smile did not contain any resentment or sinisterness, but a smile mixed with relief and expectation. She looked at Dacus with a gentle and earnest request in her eyes, as if she was waiting for Dacus's final fulfillment.

However, as an old coward, Daxus would not approach rashly. He did not go directly to Morathi, but used his trident to carefully move the soul dagger that fell on the ground. After he confirmed that his gauntlet could completely isolate the erosion of the game, he slowly bent down and picked up the dagger.

The Soul Dagger lay in his hand, without any abnormality. There was no explosion, no sudden onset of control. It did not try to devour Daquus' soul, and it did not even emit a single wave. It seemed to be just an ordinary dagger, an ordinary, common dagger.

Daxus was silent for a moment, raised his head, and slowly walked towards Morathi. When he approached, Morathi was still staring at him, with no anger, no resentment, or even pain in her deep eyes, only the light of relief and liberation.

He bent down and gently picked up Moras. Moras' body was as light as a feather, as if she no longer belonged to this world. He slowly laid Moras steady and spoke in a low voice.

"I will fulfill your wish, but it won't be for you."

Morathi nodded slightly and smiled, a smile that showed both satisfaction and relief.

Daxus raised the Soul Dagger and stabbed it into Morathi's heart without hesitation.

The moment the dagger was inserted, Morathi's body trembled slightly, and then she completely relaxed. Her eyes gradually lost focus, but the smile on her lips never disappeared. The soul dagger did not burst out any unusual power, but quietly completed its mission, completely disintegrating Morathi's soul, leaving no trace.

At the last moment, she did not try to fight back, nor did she put an angry end to her life. She chose to accept it all calmly, and even smiled at her own end. At this moment, Morathi was perhaps the closest to her true self, a tired soul, a lonely mother, and an existence that saw through all gods and destinies.

Her final ending may be a relief, but also a warning. Her soul dissipated, but her story will be forever engraved in the memories of those elves who witnessed her existence, whether it is Duruchi or Asur. (End of this chapter)