He could feel his life slowly slipping away from him, his blood and that of his enemies staining his armor even as he held his sword tightly, he saw his bravery in battle as his victory, a hint of sadness crossed him as he realized that It was the end...

He tried to sit down to die looking towards the cause for which he had given his life, an imposing Valkyrie descended from the gray sky mounted on a beautiful winged steed, she approached him and dismounted gracefully, she was beautiful and strong, her armor was brilliantly decorated with golden runes.

Looking at you, León's expression softened, he saw the compassion and respect in your eyes knowing that he had been chosen for a greater destiny, his grip on his weapon loosened.

—"Brave warrior!" You said in a soft and clear voice

—"Your courage in battle has been seen by the gods. I will take you to Valhalla where you will fight alongside the chosen ones."

—"Thank you" Leon whispers hoarsely "For taking me home"