Frost's Lullaby

The tension is so suffocating that the massive block of ice that is '556' cannot help but shiver and melt. Selene joked as she darted between '556' and Demond, the witch's icy diamonds threatening to crack under pressure. In her years of living as an adventurer, from the cackling laughters of goblins to a sneezing chortle from the Tyrant Dragon, infuriation is a bygone emotion for her years, yet she finds herself sparing some for that shade-tinged smile of the Dragon inside the child's body.

"Is this a threat?" If so, she will still refuse to give in. She would save the elf if possible, but cold logic dictates the town's safety to come first. But judging from the sickening mechanical tilt that seems more robot than the robot herself, the witch could almost envision the serpent that coiled around 556's body, and her chest toiled into itself for how she recognised it's a mere observation of her unease that fed this serpent.