Frieren took a few steps forward, the bluish glow of her staff illuminating the interior of the house. The air was lighter now, but there was still something in the atmosphere that made even the mana vibrate, as if it had a consciousness of its own.
She slowly knelt beside the bed where Lyra rested. The girl slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling at an almost imperceptible rhythm. But her body... emanated too much mana for a human being.
"A Shaman…" Frieren repeated in a low voice, touching the air above the girl without making contact. Golden runes began to appear under her skin, as if responding to the elf's presence.
Agnes crossed her arms, uneasy. "Explain properly. What do you mean by Shaman?"
Frieren sighed, without taking her eyes off the girl.
