Saving the Valkyries
He sighed, tightening his grip on the sword resting on his shoulder, his sharp eyes scanning the wreckage as if they could extract answers from the chaos.
"Those Valkyries... should've handled this mess more cleanly. What the hell happened here?" he thought, irritation creeping into his mind. He should have been resting, recovering his strength, but a restless unease compelled him to rise from his bed and head to the fortress. Now, he was facing the chaos that awaited him.
"Well, let's see how they're doing," he murmured, sensing the presence of the girls.
He walked with heavy steps, his sword resting on his shoulder like an extension of himself, while his eyes calculated every detail around him. Bodies lay scattered on the ground, a grotesque mix of warriors and creatures. But what truly troubled him was the deep silence, as if the battlefield itself hesitated to reveal what had transpired.