I saw her, once.
She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked —the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury.
As if the goddess of Death herself had come.