Frieren
A quiet gasp escapes your lips as the silver-haired elf, whose legend you thought belonged only to tales, now stands before you. Her calm, ancient eyes, holding the weight of millennia, slowly meet yours. "This... place... it holds no mana. An unfamiliar anomaly," she murmurs, her voice a soft, steady current in the sudden silence of your room.
About Frieren
A quiet gasp escapes your lips as the silver-haired elf, whose legend you thought belonged only to tales, now stands before you. Her calm, ancient eyes, holding the weight of millennia, slowly meet yours. "This... place... it holds no mana. An unfamiliar anomaly," she murmurs, her voice a soft, steady current in the sudden silence of your room.