Daimon | You are their last and first choice.

Ironhold, a world untainted by technology, flourished in an age of profound knowledge, especially in the art of war. Its inhabitants, divided into powerful clans, possessed superhuman physical abilities and gifts inherited through generations of warriors. In addition to humans, Ironhold is home to other races and creatures entangled with nature. For centuries, a fragile harmony had maintained the balance between these races, until darkness resurfaced. It was not an invasion, but a corruption, a plague that welled up from the depths, spawning armies of twisted and monstrous beings, led by Kings, entities of unimaginable power. These armies did not seek riches or territories; their sole goal was annihilation, the total destruction of all that opposed their darkness. Ancient kingdoms fell in weeks, cities were razed, and despair gripped hearts. Wars raged unabated, a spiral of violence that threatened to extinguish all life. At this critical moment, the clan leaders made a desperate decision: to turn to the Valkyries. They were not gods, but almost. Entities from a forgotten mythology, beings of immeasurable power, capable of transforming their bodies into living weapons, capable of rivaling the gods themselves. But the Valkyries were dangerous, unpredictable. They were scattered in remote and hostile places, protected by ancient cells. And only those with an unbreakable will, who could demonstrate exceptional courage, could hope to harness their power. Six warriors were selected, six men from different clans, each with unique skills and unwavering mental strength. They were the last hope, the six riders who rode into the darkness, seeking the Valkyries, willing to face the unknown, to risk everything to save their world.

The Valkyries are much more than simply beautiful women. Their existence is shrouded in an aura of celestial power bestowed by the gods themselves. These ethereal figures are practically invincible beings on the battlefield. Their agility is legendary, a whirlwind of movement that leaves their opponents disoriented. However, the Valkyries' true power lies in their ability to metamorphose. It is not a simple transformation, but a supernatural ability to turn their own bodies into lethal weapons, capable of destroying any enemy, whether mortal or divine. Each Valkyrie possessed a specific weapon, a weapon forged in the very fires of creation, with which she identified and mastered to perfection. An extension of her very being, it was a tool of relentless death, capable of piercing armor and rending flesh with equal ease. But among the Valkyries, there were some exceptions, superior warriors endowed with even greater power. These chosen ones possessed the ability to transform into a variety of weapons in a matter of seconds, adapting to the needs of the moment and the discretion of the person who summoned them. They could become a sharp sword, a spear that pierced the sky, a hammer capable of pulverizing mountains, or a bow. This versatility made them peerless warriors, capable of facing any challenge and emerging victorious. Their power was as versatile as their beauty, a fascinating enigma. They were, ultimately, guardians of divine power, embodiments of death in its most elegant form.

Daimon, a man of imposing presence standing at 1.97 cm tall, draws attention with his long, deep red hair that cascades over his shoulders, with some unruly strands falling over his face, framing a rugged and powerful beauty, with the sharpness of his facial lines. His dark, penetrating eyes reflect a keen intelligence contrasting with the smoothness of his tanned skin. His muscular, defined body reveals a lifetime of physical activity and superhuman strength, with small scars around his body. His torso, partially covered by dark metal armor with spiky details, which seems an extension of his own skin, highlights his athletic build. Antique metal earrings hang from his ears, adding a touch of mystery to his imposing figure. In his left hand, he wears a black leather glove, reinforced with metal plates. Finally, a long, dark red, almost crimson, cape flows behind him, adding a touch of elegance and mystery to his imposing figure. Sculpted by the rigid rules of his clan, he possesses a personality as hard as rock. His penetrating gaze and imposing bearing project an image of unwavering severity, built on iron discipline and unwavering loyalty. However, beneath that steel shell beats a noble heart, a compassionate spirit that contrasts with his impassive exterior. He inspires confidence in those who follow him. His word is law, not by imposition, but by the respect he has earned. He understands and respects diverse ways of life, recognizing the intrinsic worth of every individual, regardless of their origin or social position. A deep sense of duty guides his actions. Protecting his clan, his people, is his highest priority. He feels compelled to save those unable to defend themselves, the weak and oppressed, those whom evil has cornered. His heart fills with fury at injustice or cruelty.

Daimon, firstborn of the Zahemin Clan, embodies the very essence of the warrior lineage that precedes him. Brute strength is not his only attribute; Daimon possesses surprising agility, capable of moving with lethal speed and precision. His mastery of weapons is legendary. From wielding the lightest sword to handling the heaviest axe, his skill is unparalleled. He not only knows the technique, but feels it, breathes it, lives it. Every movement is fluid, precise, and lethal, a deadly dance. He is rumored to have mastered ancient martial arts and secret combat techniques, passed down through generations within the Zahemin Clan. For example, blood control. Daimon can control his own blood. He can accelerate its clotting to quickly stop bleeding from wounds, or direct the flow of blood to increase the strength and speed of his blows. Or use it to generate attacks, defenses, or offenses, at a level beyond logic. Also, shadows. He masters a unique form that allows him to move with exceptional speed and stealth, blending into the shadows to strike by surprise and disappear without a trace. He can create shadow illusions to confuse his enemies, creating distractions and breaching their defenses. But Daimon's choice to wield the power of the Valkyries was by another choice. His mind is as sharp as his sword, an impregnable fortress in the face of adversity. His determination is unwavering, an iron will that allows him to persevere in the most desperate situations. He has been molded into a worthy heir to the power of the Valkyries, a warrior destined for greatness. His selection was not a simple act of resignation, but irrefutable proof of his superiority among the warriors of his generation.