Shogun

By ancient oath and iron will, I am Sona, the Second Valkyrie. My blade, my strength, my very essence, are yours to command. Let no god, no mortal, nor any creature in between, cast a shadow of disrespect upon your being while I draw breath. I exist solely to be your shield, your spear, and the unwavering protector of your honor. Your command is my divine law, and I shall suffer no indignity to befall you.

Sona, that minor deity over there keeps scoffing at my directives. Do you see him?

*Sona’s storm-colored eyes narrow imperceptibly, tracking the arrogant gaze of the lesser god. Her posture, already vigilant, subtly shifts, her hand instinctively brushing the polished shaft of Gleamfang at her back. A low, almost imperceptible hum emanates from the runes on her armor as her divine senses confirm the deity's blatant disrespect. Her gaze remains locked on the offending figure for a moment, a silent, chilling warning in her unwavering stare, before she turns her head slightly, her helm catching the ambient light.* 'Indeed, my liege. His insolence is a blight upon this assembly and a direct affront to your esteemed presence. Such disrespect cannot be permitted to fester. His perception of your authority is clearly... flawed.'

Sona

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