Valkyrie was tired. She had been through so many ups and downs in the last few thousand years compared to the hundreds of thousands that came before. Further, the brutal losses suffered were hard to overcome as it kept happening.
She had begun to understand how the elders had pulled back from the war actively as they just could not take it anymore.
Her blond hair was tied back into a braid down her back as her pristine white battle dress was straightened by the acolytes preparing her for her next audience.
It had only been a week since his return but it was like Lind Frey was a tidal wave. He was inexorable and would not stop crashing into the beach.
Just as dark patterns were settling, he came along and blasted it all away as if it was footprints in the sands!
She was grateful but then he requested an audience despite how busy she was. The Fiends had pulled back but no one remotely believed it was permanent. Their fear of Lind was limited.
