Malbreth was absolutely fuming. How humiliating to have to go before Morathi on bended knee like some poor supplicant ending up almost begging for Scáthborn to supplement her temporarily thinned forces.
Using the leathanam as studs to breed her most successful warriors was working, but as Draichi Ganeth devotees anything that spoilt the beauty of their movements on the battlefield was to be avoided and, unfortunately, even the most skilled of her Sisters of Slaughter couldn't conceal her pregnancy.
"Prove yourself" Morathi had demanded; very well, that she would!
Leading from the front as ever, Darksword in hand atop her Cauldron of Blood she would take the sole available unit of Sisters with her and impress Morathi.