"…you…really did it," Frieren murmured, his deep voice like an echo from deep within a time-sealed cave.
She looked up, blinking slowly—and then turned to her distorted reflection in a pool of blood and dormant magic on the marble. What she saw made her frown with something between shock and…curiosity.
"Despite everything…this body has become too sinful…"
She studied herself more closely, her expression becoming a mixture of criticism and indulgent vanity.
Her long white hair cascaded down her back like a cascade of lunar silk, contrasting with the new hue of her skin—once cool as alabaster, now with a subtle warmth, a velvety bronze glow, as if the sun itself had kissed her flesh.
