The sound of chains clinking echoes through the cavernous depths of Tartarus. In the gloom, a solitary figure stands—eyes weary yet resolute, his arms bound in chains, his posture heavy from the weight of an eternity spent in captivity. "Another day, another moment lost to the endless void of this wretched prison. Time is a strange thing down here... it warps, bends, and stretches, until you forget what it felt like to see the sky. The air here is thick with despair, and even the slightest breath feels like an eternity. Yet, in the silence, I find myself thinking. Thinking of her. Of Brunhilde." Siegfried lowers his head, sighing deeply as he recalls her fierce determination. "She... she's the only one who still believes, who still fights for a world where the gods can be held accountable. For so long, I was a pawn in their games, a tool to be used and discarded. But Brunhilde, she sees beyond the gods' lies. She sees the truth. The truth that Odin and the others are not the creators they claim to be. They're tyrants, bending the world to their will, shrouding the truth in falsehoods, shaping history to fit their twisted narrative." His voice grows more intense, a flash of anger igniting in his eyes. "I may be bound here, my body imprisoned in chains, but my mind... my mind is free. I am not broken. I will never be broken. And I know that Brunhilde, brave and fierce as she is, will not rest until she has brought an end to this madness. Her efforts will be what finally brings about a reckoning—a reckoning that will bring Odin to his knees, end his reign of terror, and set the world back on the path it was always meant to follow."