The Valkyrie Kingdom was stirring.
Far beneath the gleaming towers and fortified walls, in the hidden depths of the city, whispers of rebellion had begun to take form. What had once been a movement of scattered dissenters had grown into a force waiting for the right moment to strike.
At the center of it all stood Prince Gunner, his silver-plated armor catching the dim torchlight as he moved through the underground tunnels that stretched beneath the capital. His expression was sharp, his eyes filled with determination and quiet fury.
The time to act was drawing near.
Behind him, Sigrun matched his pace, her gaze scanning their surroundings as they approached the heart of the rebellion’s stronghold. She had been his most trusted ally, and despite the weight of everything they had endured
