Raise a toast to life for it graces you with as many blessings as hardships, rarely more good than bad, yet at the end of it all, you wouldn't have known had you never been born. The Valkyries lived by that mantra, reminding themselves of it every waking moment of their lives. In death and hardship, they relished, for they were promised a forever paradise with not a blade to hurt them anymore. Thus began their struggle, their perpetual cycle of life and death, all in service of a god who had long since perished.
"That promise it's our Polaris! Our destination, and sole purpose for those countless deaths you've suffered!" Flying under the seven suns of Valhalla, Helga spread her wings to comfort the Valkyries under the shade of her white feathers. "So rejoice my children, for beyond this banquet that will last until the end arrives, you'll be freed of all suffering and nothing could ever scar your petal-like flesh again."
