In her own chamber, Valeria sat with an expression of deep unease. The flickering light from the brazier cast shadows across the stone walls, yet it did nothing to dispel the growing knot in her stomach and mind.She was a strategist who always knew where each piece of her plan was positioned. As far as she knew, her troops were successfully wreaking havoc in Asgard and tearing apart the Aesir defenses piece by piece while their defense are at the weakest. Her plan crafted with precision with the help of an enigmatic figure to draw the Aesir from their palace, was unfolding just as it should.But something seems wrong.Valeria's fingers tapped impatiently on the armrest of her chair, her sharp nails creating a rhythmic sound. The uneasy feeling had begun creeping into her mind was persistent and insidious. She hated it, this sense that a part of her plan might be failing.But why? What could possibly be wrong? Her eyes narrowed as she silently mulled over the possibilities.