Father & Son, Face To Face

Night was fast approaching, but the fire of war still burned bright on the summit.

Fights continued in different places and spots as MANNA burst forth in various ways and diverse strengths.

Despite the bloody battlefield, the colors in the sky splashed out in equipoise. The blues and green and orange, the sky prided itself in its contrast to the mortality of men.

The sky looked upon the men of the ground with pity as they stole life from one another and sent their souls to nowhere.

Eren Trost ran into the battlefield with a roar of rage and snatched the Helm of Tyrants from Silas Homer, yanking it from his head.

The older man didn't notice that a few of his hair was torn along with it. His pride and trust in the Helm of Tyrant were going to be his doom, and he didn't know it yet.

Slowly, the great level of MANNA, which was running through his veins and synced with blood, left him.

Realizing that he had been rid of the power he depended on, Silas Homer looked around in haste, des
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