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Photorealistic cinematic portrait of the Morrígan reimagined as a Space Marine Terminator, depicted as a real human encased in immense, ancient power armour. The armour is cathedral-scale, predatory, and brutally functional, composed of thick overlapping ceramite plates shaped for dominance and ritual. The surfaces are etched with knotwork, crow sigils, tally marks of slaughter, and worn battlefield scripture. Exposed cabling, reinforced seals, devotional etchings, and deep battle scars cover the armour, suggesting endless wars watched, guided, and judged. No toy proportions, no stylisation. This is a queen of endings housed in a machine that never rests. The Morrígan is tall, powerful, and severe, her human face visible beneath a partially retracted helm crowned with a corvid crest. Her skin is pale and weathered, marked with ritual scars and streaks of dried ash. Her eyes glow faintly crimson-black, predatory and calculating. Her expression is coldly amused, knowing the outcome before the first blow is struck. Dark hair is braided tight against her scalp, threaded with bone beads and torn seals. The armour’s palette is matte black, iron grey, dried-blood crimson, and bone-white, with heavy ragged cloaks hanging from the pauldrons like carrion wings. She carries a massive relic spear and hooked blade combination, brutal and asymmetric, its edge faintly glowing with baleful energy. Black spectral feathers drift constantly through the air around her, dissolving into smoke before touching the ground. The environment is a blasted battlefield at dusk: broken bodies, shattered banners, standing stones half-buried in mud, crows circling overhead beneath a storm-dark sky. Cinematic low-angle framing, 85mm lens feel, shallow depth of field, volumetric fog, dramatic rim lighting. Hyper-detailed textures in mud, blood-stained metal, fabric, and skin. She does not fight. She decides who falls.