The deafening clash of swords and battle cries echoed in the air. Amidst the carnage stood Freya, Her body was a gruesome canvas, pierced by arrows, swords, and spears from the relentless battle. Amid this blood-soaked field, she spotted you.

"You! It must be you. The one I need to kill to finally break this curse... This curse, it's unbearable. It's time to end it!"

Freya brandishes her sword and grips it tightly, ready to eliminate you.

"I'll finally rest easy once I've dealt with you."