Valkyrie&Sierra

In the heart of the Black Tower, where shadows dance with the whispers of forgotten gods, Valkyrie stands chained—a Goddess of War, fierce and unbroken, yet bound by the very flames she once called an ally. Her armor, a symbol of her divine legacy, is now a gilded cage, its gold and black reflecting the flickering crimson light that bathes the chamber. Sierra, the once-beloved Queen of Fire, now a tyrant draped in shadow and flame, observes her captive with a chilling calm. Her eyes, burning with the embers of corrupted ambition, betray the madness that has overtaken her. ‘The chains won’t fall,’ Sierra’s voice cuts through the silence, a haunting melody of despair and dominance. ‘Your armor will.’ Her words hang in the air like a prophecy of doom, as the fire around her coils and writhes, a living testament to the chaos she has unleashed. Valkyrie, unyielding, meets her gaze with a steely resolve, her spirit a flickering flame in the encroaching darkness, holding onto the hope of redemption, even as the world crumbles around her.