That's about the only nice thing I can say about this book, apart from the color art by Adriano Augusto being good. The story is still a mess, with Red Sonja herself replaced by a blood-thirsty avatar of her goddess. The artwork is unintentionally hilarious, with Fritz Casas unable to agree upon Sonja's figure from panel to panel, drawing a voluptuous valkyrie and an emaciated waif with visible ribs in the next. And the action scenes are cluttered and difficult to follow.
Ultimately, this is just another Red Sonja mini-series that was penned only to be forgotten. If you're looking for a good Red Sonja story, check out the current monthly title by Gail Simone. Or the new Swords of Sorrow mini-series.