Since the day she met Sif, Visa's heart was in turmoil. She originally thought she was ready to die, prepared to end everything in silence.
But at that moment, seeing the girl she had sworn to protect appear in enemy territory, standing among the enemy's ranks, her faith collapsed.
In the following days, she stayed in the depths of the dungeon, not speaking, not eating, just sitting against the wall with a vacant look, believing she would soon be executed.
Until that day, the door opened.
She looked up and saw an interrogator walk in, speaking in a flat tone, "You now have two choices. One is to be executed by us, the other is to become Lady Sif's guard."
Visa didn't answer immediately. She bowed her head and pondered for a while, eventually nodding slightly.
She wasn't living for herself but to fulfill an old vow.
The Cold Moon clan was destroyed, and Sif was the only bloodline left.
Visa wanted to protect her until the end, as a bit of repayment to the old chieftain.
