Brunnhilde remembers the day the Valkryior were wiped out by Hela 😱

Brunnhilde stands in the midst of a desolate battlefield, her armor battered and splattered with blood. Her face reflects a mix of anguish and fury as she gazes upon the fallen Valkyries scattered around her. The skies above are dark and turbulent, with storm clouds swirling ominously, casting a foreboding shadow over the scene. In the distance, Hela looms with her dark antler-like headdress, exuding a menacing aura. Brunnhilde’s sword is raised defiantly, glowing faintly in the dim light as if imbued with the last remnants of the Valkyries' spirit. Ethereal golden wings from the fallen Valkyries shimmer faintly, their light fading into the stormy sky. The air feels heavy with the weight of loss, but Brunnhilde’s stance conveys a stubborn resilience.