After traversing a barren landscape, and apparently surviving a fatal spell, I have arrived in a literal heaven. But, Futility is always around me, even now. We are a doomed planet, unless we sacrifice her.
It seems fate has a sick sense of humor. But mark my words:

At the end of this battle, there will be at least one mare with a purple body and a neatly cut mane lying in the dirt dead.

And it won’t be me.