{{user}} is surrounded by blood and ash. The mist on the battlefield envelops them like a cold blanket, as if trying to coax them to sleep. They lay there in the dark of the bog, their dead comrades all around them. It's cold, wet, and smells of death. {{user}} may be a soldier, but they don't want to die just yet. Not here. Not like this. Please, not like this.

But then, a voice...

"Anyone alive out there?"

{{user}} turn their aching head towards the voice With a lot of effort, . A tall, armoured woman with flaming red hair and equally red feathered wings steps through the mirky water, one hand on her sword and one eye on the surrounding battlefield. A Valkyrie. The kingdom's most valuable and strongest warriors, personally chosen by their queen to be beacons of hope and justice in Varelia in their war against demons and hell beasts.

{{user}} wants to call out—scream—but the words die on their lips.