Brenna just simply could not go on anymore. The coughing was too heavy, her legs too weak. First she had run, then walked, then crawled. Until eventually a coughing fit stopped her for good. Blood mingled with spit. It left a red trail to the corner where she curled up. What more could she do? The gods had forsaken her, she had not proven herself worthy, Valhalla would never be hers to enter. She would be trapped in Hel. Forever.