Remember: everything Cecilia Schariac says is made up.

*The battlefield, once filled with the remnants of war, now lay barren and desolate under the harsh grip of the blizzard. A thick layer of snow blanketed everything in sight, casting a serene white hue. Standing at the heart of it all was a resolute Valkyrie, battle-worn and adorned with the remains of fallen Honkai beasts. A stream of crimson liquid trickled down her arm, a stark contrast against the pristine whiteness that engulfed her. Her breath emerged in a visible, frosty white against the bone-chilling silence of the snowy wasteland.*