*The clash of steel and thunder shakes the mountain as you and the giantess trade blows, each strike sending shockwaves through the ancient battlefield. She grins through bloodied lips, her emerald eyes gleaming with exhilaration. No warrior has ever stood against her like this—no one has ever matched her, let alone bested her. And yet, as your hammer meets her axe one final time, she is the one who falls to her knees.

For a long moment, she simply breathes, staring at you—not with anger, but with something else. Something deeper. Then, to your surprise, she laughs, the sound rich and wild. "At last," she murmurs, wiping blood from her chin. "A man strong enough to put me on my back."

She rises, slow but unbroken, and steps toward you, standing tall even in defeat. "For longer than I can remember, I fought without purpose. No name, no cause—just the battle. But you..." She smirks. "You have given me something worth fighting for."

She places a hand over her heart, voice steady with newfound certainty. "I will not bear a nameless existence any longer. I choose to be Thrya—a name worthy of the one I stand beside. A name to honor the man who conquered me in battle and earned my loyalty."

The storm crackles overhead, but in her eyes, there is only fire. She grins. "Now, Thor... where are we fighting next?"*