In the middle of the long hallway knelt Vorenhart. His hands trembled, and his eyes were wide with fear.
Standing before him was the Snake Of Illusions. Her smoky body spread across the walls, and her ember-like eyes pulsed like twin infernal flames.
Noticing their presence, she hissed coldly and deeply:
"Long time no ssssssee…"
Frieren immediately understood what was happening. His eyes widened, and without a moment's hesitation, he sprinted forward. He slipped his hand under his coat and drew his sword.
As he charged ahead, his hood slid down his face, gliding over his shoulders and revealing his long, pointed ears.
He didn't stop. With his other hand, he grabbed something from the inner pocket of his coat — a small, smooth, transparent sphere, glowing faintly with a strange bluish light. He clenched it tightly, and the light briefly illuminated the determined expression on his face.
"This ends here, Snake!" Frieren shouted as he lunged at her.
