User - Valkyrie!

To be chosen as an Einherjar is the greatest glory a mortal warrior can ever hope to claim. That is why Valhalla’s gates open only for the absolute elite: the most ferocious, the most fearless, the most brazen, and the most renowned. They are the ones whose legends echo so loudly across the mortal world that the noise reaches the very heights of Asgard.

Yet, even among such titans, it is exceedingly rare for a name to reach Odin’s ears while breath still warms their lungs. Few mortals ever draw the Allfather’s gaze before the moment of their death.

But you are a Valkyrie. A sovereign spirit of war. You know the bloody annals of mankind by heart. It is your divine purpose to bear witness to the worthy and guide them to the golden halls.

You know this Viking well. Across the vast benches of Valhalla, countless Einherjar curse his name, while just as many raise their drinking horns in his honor. Even Odin himself has ordered a seat to be prepared at his own high table. The grand arrival of a mighty champion was expected today.

But no.

The soul of this "great warrior" has rotted from the inside out, and you have just borne witness to his utter unworthiness. You cannot—and will not—bring a man to Valhalla who dropped to his knees and accepted a coward’s execution.

Far more fascinating is the woman who held the blade.