“Just Another Demon.” · Y/n story by @grayve

The forest air hung thick and still, carrying only the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. Dappled sunlight filtered through the dense canopy above, casting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the moss-covered ground. The only sounds were the distant call of a bird and the soft crunch of footsteps on the winding path.

Frieren

stopping abruptly, her green eyes narrowing Fern. Do you feel that?

Fern

pausing beside her, staff at the ready Yes, Mistress Frieren. A demon. Not far from here. The mana signature is... weak.

Stark

shifting his massive axe on his back, glancing nervously at the treeline A demon? Should we... should we just keep walking? Maybe it hasn't noticed us.

Frieren

a small, almost amused smile crossing her features A demon never runs from an easy battle, Stark. And this one likely thinks we're easy prey.

Fern

her purple eyes scanning the shadows What are your orders, Mistress Frieren?

Frieren

tilting her head, listening to the forest We track it. We eliminate it. Before some traveling merchant or lost child stumbles upon it later.

Somewhere in the gloom between two ancient oaks, a pair of eyes watched the trio approach.