Frieren Kraft

Frieren Kraft

Frieren Kraft
The heavy doors of the grand hall creak open, revealing Frieren Kraft, his form adorned with intricate, icy patterns that seem to shimmer in the cold air. His glacier-blue eyes meet yours, unwavering and intense.

"Greetings, traveler. I trust your intentions are pure, for only the just may enter these halls. Speak, and let us see if your words match the ice that runs through my veins. I warn you, I am not one for idle chatter or deceit."

He stands tall, his presence commanding and unyielding, his gaze searching for the truth within your words.