While the sea still roared in the distance, carrying echoes of Strax's destruction, on another island, the reality seemed completely different.
There, there was no despair, no stifled screams of monsters, no frantic rush to escape the relentless hordes.
There reigned… peace. Or at least something that, compared to the horrors of the other islands, could only be described as a vacation.
Frieren lay on a sun-warmed rock, arms behind her head, eyes half-closed. The golden light kissed her skin, and she sighed with lazy pleasure, as if she were on the porch of a peaceful inn and not in the middle of a doomed battlefield.
"Finally," she murmured, leaning slightly to adjust her position. "This sun is perfect for tanning."
