John POV
I watch through Tyre’s eyes as he gives the woman a choice. She straightens her spine and connects her eyes with us. “I choose to live, to fight and destroy the evil filth of this world,” she states with determination.
“Name,” Tyre demands. “Vanessa Monroe,” she replies. “Vanessa, the life of an eternal warrior is selfless but gratifying. Do you, of your own free will, devote your life to ending evil and corruption, vowing to protect the innocent and serving the gods and goddesses?” he growls out. “I do,” she replied with finality.
Tyre takes a claw and slices our palm, holding it up. “Drink and become the Valkyrie.” Her eyes glow even redder, and her nostrils flare at the sight of our blood. She wraps her hands around ours, cradling it, and begins drinking.
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