In the heart of the cosmos, beyond stars and storms, rested a realm unlike any other—Valhalla, the ancestral stronghold of the Viking race. A realm not only of power and grandeur, but of unyielding will.
Towering spires of gleaming stone rose like spears into the sky, etched with ancient runes that pulsed with divine energy. Golden bridges connected floating citadels, and coliseums as large as mountains dominated the horizon. The streets were paved with obsidian and starlight, and every structure reflected both beauty and brutality.
But Valhalla was not merely a city—it was a realm. Entire continents thrived under its dominion, filled with wild forests of silverleaf trees that glowed softly in the night, roaring rivers of molten crystal, and beasts both majestic and deadly.
Thunderstags whose gallops echoed like drums of war, behemoth hawks whose wings cast shadows over mountains, and wolves with ember-lit eyes patrolled the deep glades.
