While Aurora, Isis, Xeros and his women were going to tackle the final abyssal missions.
In the Lower Realm of the Land of Weaving, much had changed. Since the fall of the Infinite Weavers, The Valkyries themselves had become the hottest topic through the lower realm.
[A/N: None of these people know that the higher realm is gone!]
Their names were spoken in awe, fear, and plenty of heated whispers.
Since the night of Masque, it was like the faction that was said to have connections with the creator of this place... vanished.
As the Valkyries rose in place.
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[A/N: New Images of them will drop soon... or will be already in the Discord by the time you see this!]
Inside a private meeting room on the top floor of their headquarters, that Ash built — the three women were lounging like they owned the world.
Mira sat curled up in an oversized armchair, knees drawn to her chest.
