The emptiness between existence and madness.

Well, it was obvious that they were going to attack, but what Skuld didn't expect was all that snow.

Honestly, it didn't help, it was really hard to see anything in front of her. 

She used the future to see where she should go. 

Her whole body was on fire, she knew it must be so cold as to be unbearable, but none of that mattered. 

She didn't feel cold, she didn't even feel that anything was happening. 

It really was as if nothing could get to her. Not even nature. 

But Skuld wasn't audacious enough to test whether or not the blades would cut her skin, so she ran into the crowd and stuck her sword in one by one, while sneaking away from the attack of others. 

The goddess was very clear, the blessing would last until the last man was left.