As the others were busy prepping the dragons and carving them up with great fervor, Alejandra could be seen taking down the Kadrian's story on her notepad. The tale of great heroes that ascended into godhood was too much for the Dornalians to ignore, and Alejandra would definitely want to preserve this for posterity. So far, all she had was just notes, and she had enough written for a rather long article--or even some nonfiction books.
As Agnar ended the story, Alejandra nodded. The last part sounded more than a bit familiar--the part where the "souls of the brave and just live forever." It sounded like something she had heard from an old movie, or an old metal album--her roommate in college had plenty of those sorts of albums--or even her studies of the Classics.
"That last part....I think there was an an old Earth civilization which had that sort of place. A place where heroes and legends lived long after their physical deaths, chosen by the great god Odin. Odin needed soldiers for the end times, and who better than those who were proven legends and heroes in their own time? Now, I dunno how that realm you mentioned works, but this realm was basically a bigass buffet, filled with the finest mead and the finest foods. People could fight there in the afternoon for fun, and heal and eat up by supper as if nothing happened. Do the whole cycle over and over again, until it came time to do battle at the end of time."
She then paused and added, "Come to think of it, it sounds slightly less heroic to me now versus what you guys have, but that's what it all reminded me of. It's called Valhalla, though."
