Structure Deck: Spirit of the Celts v2

They rose from the mist at first light. The bog clung to their ankles, and the wind carried old whispers. Their Guardian led them, silent but sure, with eyes like thunderclouds. The land groaned under their steps as if it remembered forgotten oaths. Ravens watched from dead branches. The Celts called on spirits older than men, and the spirits answered. Their hearts burned like embers in a darkened hearth. They marched on, knowing only the ancient duty carved into their bones. No force on earth could halt them. They were the doom of all who stood in their path.