The icy wind cut through Ethan as the Valkyries held their positions, firm and resolute. Ethan let his gaze sweep over his opponents, seven in total, their wings spread wide and their light swords gleaming against the snowy landscape. The leader, who had threatened him moments ago, watched him coldly, her sword raised, ready to strike.
Anuket stood by his side, calm as ever, observing the scene with that serpentine arrogance that was her trademark. But Ethan knew he couldn't trust her. He couldn't rely on anyone but himself.
"You don't have to fight alone," Anuket said, her voice soft but loaded with a dark promise. "We could have fun together. I don't want them to hurt what's mine."
Ethan ignored her, focusing on the battlefield. Without responding, he raised his forearms, and the bone blades emerged, gleaming like living weapons, pulsing with the dark energy that fueled them. The Valkyries tensed at Ethan's movement, ready for battle.
