The first battle ended with terms. The second one will not.A generation has passed since the plain of Mag Tuired was divided, and the uneasy settlement between the Tuatha Dé Danann and the Fir Bolg has held — barely, and at cost. But the older debt has come due. Balor of the Fomorians does not negotiate. He arrives.Lugh comes from the margins: half-blood, unproven, carrying a lineage that both sides of the coming war would rather forget. Nuada rules a people who have already paid once, in blood and bone, for this island, and are asked to pay again. The Morrígan watches, counts, and makes her own calculations.The second battle for Moytura will be larger than the first. The Fomorians do not negotiate, do not tire, and do not grieve their losses. The question was never whether the Tuatha Dé Danann could win. It was always what winning would cost them — and whether, in the end, they would recognize themselves.
