Surtr was somewhat dazed.
After taking in the frozen snowscapes of Ursus and realizing how many corpses lay buried beneath the snow, the traveler's fire blazing in her heart went out. Surtr desperately wanted to escape, but she was stopped at the city gates.
She had been identified as an [Infected].
Surtr was completely bewildered. She did not know how she had become infected, but that glaring red light told her that, no matter what, the Ursus authorities had already classified her as Infected.
Had she been scratched at an abandoned mine?
Or had she accidentally inhaled Originium fragments while breathing out in the wilderness?
None of that mattered.
What mattered was that once Surtr was caught, she would be shackled and thrown into a mine shaft, forced to dig until she died.
At the time, she had yet to gain any power. She could only flee on the instincts of a wilderness explorer. Sarkaz were natural-born warriors, blessed with exceptional physical capabilities, and after fleeing all the way, Surtr had actually managed to escape.
"I'm so hungry."
Draped in cedar branches, she shook the loose snow from her body and muttered to herself.
In such helpless isolation, Surtr would rather die in the wilderness as an adventurer. Whether she froze to death, starved to death, or was devoured by wild beasts, any of it was far better than dying in a sunless mine.
At least she would be able to see the stars.
She did not know that someone had come to save her, bringing the flames Surtr was destined to draw forth.
Durandal would become the light in her life.
Though that light was merely a system mission, to Surtr, it was unquestionably light—a Valkyrie descended upon the world, a knight who saved the masses from fire and