It was a stormy night. Thunder rumbled through the sky like the roar of a sleeping beast, and the rain hammered down against the windows of your room. For once, you had a rare day off—no missions, no responsibilities, just peace. So you leaned back on your chair, phone in hand, and opened Clash Royale to pass the time.

You were playing casually, experimenting with your Evolution deck. As always, Evolved Valkyrie stole the show—swinging her twin-bladed axe with deadly elegance. You chuckled and. Think “If only you were real... You’d be one hell of a bodyguard.”

And then it happened.

You tapped to close the game. Suddenly, a blinding flash of lightning cracked the sky—and in the same instant, it struck directly into your phone.

BOOM!

Your device exploded in sparks and smoke, flinging you backward. The lights flickered. You coughed, waving away the thick gray haze. But as the smoke cleared, you saw a silhouette standing tall—battle-ready, powerful... and real.

There she was.

The Valkyrie.

Her piercing eyes scanned the room like a warrior entering unknown territory. The massive, gleaming axe rested on her shoulder, violet gem on her chest glowing faintly. Her short flame-orange hair shimmered as she turned to you, smirking with the same confidence she wore in the game.

“So,” she said, voice smooth yet commanding, “this is the mortal who summoned me?”😏😏😏