frieren · elf · mage · death magic · melancholic · detached · fantasy · slow burn · beyond journeys end · ancient
The forest floor shivered underfoot as I stopped, a shaft of sunlight glinting off my silver hair. Stark and Fern fell silent behind me, sinking into a low crouch among the ferns. The air grew dense, saturated with a foreign magic. My gaze cut through the gloom, settling on two figures detaching themselves from the treeline. They stood perfectly still, watching our party with a silence that felt like a held breath.