Freya's eyes locked onto Xeno as he walked toward her.
But this wasn't the Xeno she once knew.
His body was pale and lifeless, his eyes hollow, his movements unnatural.
Undead.
The Nightmare was playing tricks, twisting his form—trying to make her hesitate.
Trying to make her feel guilty for killing him.
Xeno raised his bow, fingers moving with eerie precision as he notched an arrow.
Freya's grip on her blade tightened.
She wasn't falling for this.
WHOOSH!
The first arrow flew.
She twisted her body, barely dodging it as a second one whizzed past her ear.
Then a third.
Tch.
Without wasting another second, she charged forward.
Her body vanished into the shadows—stealth mode.
Xeno's undead eyes darted around, searching.
He couldn't see her.
Good.
She closed in from behind, blade aimed at his back, ready to end this.
But—
CLANG!
In a blur, undead Xeno whipped around, his bow raised just in time to deflect her strike.
