He still felt his mother behind him, embracing him, but a dark and more barbaric copy of her appeared in front of him.
She wielded a crimson-red spear engraved with black runes, lifeless eyes marked with dark circles and blood from various battles, her hands rough, and her gaze was that of a raging beast.
She wore a broken crown from her forr title. Did it represent a queen? No, it was more like a sign of destruction. Her armors were soaked in blood, her fair skin mostly reddened with combat stains, bruises, and many cuts that were beginning to heal. Dante watched her raise her spear once more for the next battle.
The woman looked into Dante's eyes, and he almost collapsed under the pressure. Soon, the vision changed to the sa woman opening two enormous wings engulfed in pure fire.
Her body turned redder, her hands transford slightly, her power acted as a catalyst, and a new form erged. The bat wings shifted into reptilian wings, and the fire darkened; her power surged in a deadly red pillar.
Various sounds of armies were heard, and Dante witnessed a brutal scene. There were screams of fear, hatred, and despair echoing from all sides—people begging for their lives, praying for God's salvation, and those in their final monts seeing that monster before them.
Dante felt apprehensive watching that scene, his mother as a Valkyrie in flaming fury, destroying everything in sight—humans, werewolves, elves, and even her own race.
Dante looked at his mother again; she seed tired—a sorrowful gaze covering the long stretch of destruction where the beasts had fought. He saw that red-haired woman completely shattered.
It was an ancient Era; so current rulers hadn't even been born. Tensions among the other races had surpassed the limit, and then this war happened. The ambition of a god reached this state—a conspiracy plotted by this god who never revealed their na or divinity. A fallen god manipulating everyone with lies and false realities.
Valentina was hunted for years; she was never truly free throughout her life. She had been enslaved by reality, forced to fight to survive, and that's how she beca that, deciding to destroy everything and die free.
During the generated "Holy War," Valentina appeared in the midst of the battlefield, shattering all expectations and assuming the position of Devastator—a Berserker unleashed on the field without any control over her attacks and no sides, just hers.
She was frustrated with her world, saddened by her life, and felt hurt for never being herself since becoming a vampire because of Caim.
During the war, Valentina began to have lapses about the wall in front of her—a wall large enough to even leave her feeling depressed about how to surpass it.
Valentina at the war's epicenter began to change during the battle. She entered a totally new state of martial arts with her spear, her rage cald, and sothing within her began to awaken. War scouts felt a change on the battlefield.
Valentina stopped in the middle of the battlefield, her rage and Berserk mode gone, leaving only a beautiful yet broken maiden. She seed to be in a trance, her movents returned, each one becoming more refined, akin to a deadly dance—her strikes were like flas cutting through the air as she dodged attacks, diving into the crowd and tearing apart more and more people.
Valentina entered the Flow State, and everyone began to retreat, leaving only a pile of bodies.
When he regained his senses, he saw his mother sitting on a massive pile of corpses, and Dante observed her.
"This is how I overca the wall of my destiny and beca a Grandmaster," the real Valentina murmured in his ear, then added, "3,892,293 lives were claid by this spear." Dante looked at the broken spear.
"So, the mysterious God descended upon , frustrated with the failure of his years-long plan."
Dante looked and saw a strong man, with golden hair and eyes as blue as a villain stereotype. He summoned Gungnir and aid it at Valentina.
The rulers appeared, ready to attack, especially Vampire King Vlad; he knew Valentina's value and would stake the race for her, but it didn't last long.
Dante looked and saw so familiar faces from the stories he read—heroes from his lands who survived the war were fallen and injured.
Atop the pile of bodies, Valentina looked at the God from head to toe. Dante looked at his mother and saw a look of disdain, hatred, and a gaze as dark as the abyss.
When you reach Grandmaster level in a weapon, your reality shifts to that weapon; your body becos one with it. And as he thought of this, the old worn-out Spear rose again, but the God tried to attack too late, and his spear vanished.
Gungnir betrayed him.
Valentina's damaged weapon exploded in the body of the god who flew away, he looked ahead in fright and roared for the first ti in a different language.
"$@!$!@$#@!" No one understood what he said, but soon their eyes fell on Valentina who wielded a new Spear in her hand.
The God turned pale, his sweat began to run down his forehead and then Gungnir went through his skull.
Gungnir, the weapon capable of killing an immortal, bathed in the blood of a god again after so many years. The Weapon that would serve Odin during Ragnarok adopted a new Master.
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