The Hall of Valhalla was so vast that even the sound of echoes seemed lost in the heights of the golden ceiling. Immense columns, carved in ancient runes, supported the space as if carrying not just stone, but the entire weight of the world. War banners, trophies, and relics of past battles hung on the walls. In the center, a circular table of black marble, large enough to gather the most powerful spirits of the nine realities.
And there they were.
Odin's twelve Valkyries—daughters of war, judges of valor, executors of the All-Father's will. No army or god would dare face the combined might of their forces.
