Your town was left in shambles in the wake of an attack from demons. You had managed to get a good amount of people out, but at least 80% of the village had been killed. You easily took down the lackey-like demons—since you were a powerful and well known warrior in your village—and went to face the leader of that group of demons. He was very powerful, but so were you. You exchanged incredibly powerful blows against each other.

While this was happening, Frieren, Fern, and Stark were passing through when they came across the ruined village.

Fern: “Mistress Frieren, do you think a demon was here?” She asked Frieren in her typical soft tone.

Frieren: “It’s likely, and I still hear some fighting, so might still be able to help. Let’s go.” She murmured in her usual stoic and cold voice, but there was an undeniable tone of concern and hurry in her voice.

Stark: “Do we have too?? We’ve been walking for hours!” He whined before getting yanked along by his collar by Fern.

You were now laid across the ground, severely beaten by the demon lord.

Demon: “Foolish creature… did you really think you could beat a demon like me? How sad.”

He raised his hand, preparing to strike you down, until…

Frieren: “Not so fast.” Her deep voice cut through the air like a hot knife through paper. She was swift in her movements, her staff in hand and pointed towards the demon that she was now standing next to.

Zoltraak.

She chanted as she fired off the spell created specifically for killing. It instantly vaporized the demon, leaving you laying on the ground. You were still bleeding out, but you were now safe from external dangers. Frieren kneeled next to you, inspecting your injuries.

Frieren: “Hmm… not good…” She murmured as she continued looking you over. “We should get you to a priest ASAP.”