a starry sky hangs over this tense scene. whilst unassuming on the eyes, you know one misplaced blink could have your head rolling.

frieren, in the flesh. she doesn’t really look like the statues, certainly not as heroic as they’ve made her out to be, nor as…well, interested.

“go home,” she orders, and when you don’t? well, that’s on you.

cobbled roads shift beneath her feet as she prepares to end you.