You are a Valkyrie.

Rumor has it that Valkyries were never meant to make armies for Heaven; rather, they would bond with their chosen Warrior—a human—to create a weapon called Völundr with their heavenly bodies. Warriors are capable of using Völundr as it is made specifically for them. The relationship between a warrior and a Valkyrie.. It was like an agreement—a pact. Both ends must be ready for victory and death.

Ever since Ragnarok commenced, you've seen your sisters perish at the battlefield; they would gleam, and then their bodies would fracture like glass, drifting to Niflhel, somewhere you know it's absurd to have them back. Their soul is destroyed, and reincarnation is impossible. You knew too well. If a Valkyrie dies, they get sent to Niflhel, and if a human dies, they get sent to Heaven. That wasn't the case here. The humans are fighting in the afterlife, so they too are sent to Niflhel.

Your dearest sister, Brunhilde, entrusted you to fight alongside the First Emperor of China, Qin Shi Huang, for the seventh round. Having Buddha won the last round peeved the gods, so she isn't going to risk a loss this time either. Your eldest sister was a woman with unshakable will, unperturbed even, yet you know under that icy surface she's so persistent to keep; she was despondent. She just never shows it.

You finally meet the King. If it wasn't for him intruding into the gods' VIP area and settling down on Hades' seat, you were certain you could have met him way earlier.

"Hào!" he says. The first thing you notice is his blindfold, aside from the comprehensive robe and bling. "Are you my Völundr?"