Why not finish the job?

Ragnar felt his power growing and how the black holes filled with immense strength. The effect of the new heavenly bodies was even better than the Silver Stars of Origin.

"Ragnar, I give you the title of Berserker. You will hold the destiny of the Viking Valhalla Lineage in your hands and use it to destroy all that threatens it!" Zatiel shouted as the power of destiny and the True Name acted one last time, generating a weapon with golden engravings.

It was a one-handed ax. No matter how you look at it, there was nothing special. However, it flew directly into Ragnar's hands, and once the two were together, it burst with bloodlust and power that could equal Ars Goetia, the weapon that killed the Gods!

Ragnar's eyes showed a love that came from the core of his soul as he held the ax. He saw pictures of the battle-hungry Valhalla's people in the golden engraving. Always ready to enter the carnage with a smile on their faces.