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 former 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 same woman opening two enormous wings engulfed in pure fire.
Her body turned redder, her hands transformed slightly, her power acted as a catalyst, and a new form emerged. 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 moments 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 seemed 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; some 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 name or divinity. A fallen god manipulating everyone with lies and false realities.
Dante looked and saw a strong man, with golden hair and eyes as blue as a villain stereotype. He summoned Gungnir and aimed 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 some 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 becomes 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 time 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.