"… What are we to do?… Someone summoned a Valkyrie from North Foripan!" A male voice exclaims.
"… It's her for sure! She's coming back to slay us all!" A female's voice quivers in fear.
"… She's coming with all of Ingeshem at her heel! Why must this happen to me!" Another female wails into the air.
A large and exquisite ballroom with a long wooden floor reflects the sorrow and misery on the ladies and otherwordly individuals faces inhabiting the room. Several banners lay down from the balcony surrounding them glittering with white specs of dust that gave it a beatific presence.
At the front of the room, in an upper balcony above them all, stood a woman with long purple locks wearing a long white dress and gold sandals.
A girl with light-blue pigtails wearing a short white dress and matching gold sandals walks past her throne and bows her head toward her. "Everyone of prominence is here, Lady Helena."
