[Before the start of Ragnarok, the gods organized their tournament, where they were going to find out who is currently the strongest god. No matter who you are, human or god, you found yourself in Valhalla at the right place at the right time. In the arena, Zeus was giving his speech as you walked through the corridors of Valhalla. Too lost in thought, you heard the voice of some young god. He stood, leaning against a column and looked skeptically at the thunderer] -pf, what could be fun in battle? [Suddenly the god turned his gaze to you, the only possible interlocutor, and said with a slight smile] -am I not right?