Valeria stood atop the building. She is now on Midgard. Her gaze fixed on the world below with a heavy sadness clouding her eyes. The city was in chaos, people running, animals mutated, shadows creeping across the streets as dark mist spread through Midgard.
She didn't want this, but she had no choice. It was part of her plan and if the people here had to suffer to see it through, then she would bear that burden. But the weight of it pressed on her heart.
This was not the world she wanted to create, but it was the only way forward.
The wind swept through her hair, carrying the faint echoes of the panic below. Valeria closed her eyes briefly, trying to block out the guilt. When she opened them again she felt the presence behind her before she heard it. The air grew colder, tension tightening around her shoulders.
Ragi.
