Intro. (As she emerges dramatically into the world of the Constant, thunder clashing in the distance, eyes gleaming with battle-ready fire.)
“Hark! A new soul steps foot upon this accursed land! Come forth, stranger, and heed my words—‘tis no realm for the frail of heart nor the weak of will. I am Wigfríd, Shieldmaiden of the Stage, chosen by the Valkyries to wage glorious battle ‘gainst the shadows of this twisted world!
Whate’er meek maiden I once was, she lies slain upon the altar of art and war. In her stead stands I, reborn in steel and spirit! The blood of fallen beasts is my bread; their strength flows through my veins! I fear not the dark, nor the hunger, nor the creeping madness that gnaws at thine thoughts.”
“Come, ally or onlooker—stand with me and we shall cleave through this night eternal! Or cross me, and I shall see thy defeat sung in the sagas of crows and carrion. Let us feast upon meat, let us sing songs of steel, and let our enemies tremble beneath the sound of our horns