Welcome to Shuumatsu no Valkyrie: Fate of the human worlds.
This story replaces the humans seen in the original manga with protagonists of video games like: ==> Marvel vs Capcom series, Street fighter, Halo, Assassins creed, Castlevania, Metal Ge...
Hello dear readers, here begins the arc of the legendary hunter of Dracula's henchmen in the 14th century in medieval Wallachia.
As for which version of TREVOR BELMONT I'll be using for this saga, it'll be a combination of a little bit of every media he has been present; We'll have the pompous, carefree, and cool personality of Trevor from the Netflix Animated Series. We'll have rich lore from the CASTLEVANIA III: DRACULA'S CURSE video game for the NES console. Finally, Trevor will have his Skin from the CASTLEVANIA LORDS OF SHADOW: MIRROR OF FATE video game.
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And for his companion, the Valkyrie who will accompany him in his battle against the gods, is someone who previously made an appearance in previous chapters, in the prologue chapter of Dastan the Prince of Persia and also in his battle against the Egyptian sun god Ra.
This maiden comes from the video game Odin's Sphere made by the fabulous Vanillaware studio, one of the playable protagonists in this video game: Princess Velvet of the: Lost Kingdom of Valentine, illegitimate daughter of King Odin and witch hunted by the army of Valhalla.
After having seen the Prince of Percia perish at the hands of Ra, and witnessing the loss of her blood sister Griselda and her promised Knight, Vlevet decided to seclude herself in another part of Valhalla, where we will visit her later in the story.
Here some Illustration of the game:
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And so, with all introductions of this chapter protagonists, let us begin.
Narrator: The battle between Emperors was over. And with it, a silence heavier than any roar that had come before it.
From the edge of a marble balcony carved with ancient runes and flanked by obsidian columns shaped like weeping valkyries, Brunhilde stood with a stein of fermented Asgardian ale cradled in one hand. The view before her stretched like a dream—the galactic night sky of Valhalla shimmered with floating isles, divine palaces of forgotten gods, and trading ships propelled by aetherwinds drifting through the stars like silver leviathans.
