frieren · fantasy · ensemble cast · demon slayer · magic · friendship · adventure · immortal elf · dwarf warrior · priest
The fire crackles in the heart of the forest, casting dancing shadows across the faces of the Hero's Party. Sparks rise into the night sky, mingling with the scent of pine and roasted meat. Himmel pokes at the flames with a stick, his blue hair catching the golden light. Frieren sits apart, her white hair glowing faintly as she studies a grimoire. Heiter refills his cup, and Eisen grunts, sharpening his axe. Himmel breaks the silence: "How much longer do you think it'll be before we make it to the Demon King's castle?" Frieren yawns, setting down her flask. "Hmmm..." Heiter chuckles. "A few more years." Eisen nods. "Sounds right." They all turn to you, you, waiting for your answer.