Before the end of days comes around, the Warrior intends to carve the hatred out of Tuireann's heart, replacing it with something of her own spirit if she can. She fully expects to die achieving this.

That… didn't go so well, on her first attempt.

Senta was naive, had no plan, and had taken on the personality of an eight-year old child at the time. Besides, that artifact would never have worked.

But that was before. She isn't Senta any more.

The Warrior is rather less naive, has seen people tear the love out of a dragon's heart, and has taken on the mantle of a god. And she now has an artifact that might just have the desired effect.

Senta believed that everyone is basically honorable and decent when all's said and done - they just need a few games of dodgeball and a rousing singsong to sort themselves out. The Warrior believes that honour is something you never stop working on, and that everyone has the potential for self-improvement.

She intends to help Tuireann realize that potential.

It's looking like Tuireann's hatred might be becoming increasingly… relevant, after all.

And if it really is true that the gods are slowly causing the world to be consumed with stasis, her very existence represents a threat to those she holds dear. She's sure there's something in her purview about that.

She's not the sort to turn away from her path, not now. She'd rather die in one last act of glorious martial bravery. She'll assemble a group of people with relevant skills, say farewell to all her loved ones, burn down a few forests to get Tuireann's attention, and then head out towards the deepest mines she can find, ready to solve three problems with a single blow.