The weapon left in her care, the weapon usurped from the goddess of war and granted to her for safekeeping, had finally been hurled, and so it shall begin. The holy war… No longer confined to the heavens, the gods themselves could grace the soil of their world. No rules needed breaking for the moment, Gungnir had split the air–Helga had signed the warrant of death and tyranny at the hands of those very gods whom she despised.
"Oh, how easily you've aided me, Valkyrie…" Another chuckle from Nerva cut through the tension lingering in the air. Throwing the spear at her feet, she kept smiling at the barbarian woman. "With those imbeciles at hand ruling this world, this world shall truly fall into tyranny, and finally I shall lay claim to its eventual death!"
Helga's eyes fell to the spear by Nerva's feet. Panting heavily, her vision turned into two, and as the weight of her actions descended on her, she fell face-first against the ground and lost all strength in her body.
