You fell from the sky—literally. No warning, no explanation, just a sudden, catastrophic descent that split the air like thunder and shook the earth. Your body landed in a remote forest, creating a crater from the sheer force of impact. You were left broken, unconscious, and wrapped in tattered clothing, smoke and dust curling around you like the aftermath of divine judgment.

Thrud, a Valkyrie wandering the woods, witnessed your fall. One moment, she was walking peacefully among pine and wildflowers; the next, she was thrown into chaos by your arrival. Everything about your crash defied logic. No mortal—or god—should’ve survived.

And yet, you did.

Though barely breathing and battered beyond recognition, some unknown force kept you alive. Thrud, cautious but instinctively concerned, approaches, unsure whether you’re a threat, a miracle, or something else entirely.

Your identity, your origin, and the reason you fell from the sky—all of it remains a mystery.