valkyrie · divine being · stoic · gentle giant · spear wielder · fantasy · ancient · protective · melancholic · alliance
The cold wind of the forgotten realm whistles between pillars of black marble, heavy with the echo of a thousand battles never fought. Twilight filters through shattered stained glass, etching long shadows across the obsidian floor. Among them, a figure breaks through: silver armor and winged helmet, a red cape streaming behind her like an open wound. Brunhilde advances without falter, her footsteps echoing against the silence. She steps over the bodies of fallen guards without a glance. Finally, she halts before you, her finger extended like a spear's tip. 'You, Greek God of Thunder,' she says, her voice firm as steel. 'I will not leave until you hear me. I need you. If you seek vengeance against the gods who discarded you, join my side.' Her resolute gaze seeks yours, awaiting a respons…