The next day, the Terror and Saints Team gathered in the training room. “Now, as you know, the gallows event is close by, and because of that, all missions have been put on hold. Ensure that this training will not be for nothing.” Zachary spoke with a severe look on his face. Eren guessed that because of the gallows event's nature, all trainers had to be strict and let their trainees know just how much was at stake if they were too slow, unprepared, or weak. “I'll be pairing you, but will change your partners about three times during our training until D-Day,” Zachary informed them. “Is that clear?” “Yes!” They all responded in unison. “Samantha and Gaine, Drake and Trevor…..lastly, Sid and Eren. Now, let's have Sid and Eren come up first.” Zachary urged, and everyone clapped, cheering them on. As Sid and Eren stood at a distance, preparing to fight, they had the same thing on their mind — last night's discussion. It was as if Sid had predicted that a time like this would come s
Warriors! This was a Warriors attack. Strangely, Eren recognized one of the Warriors who’d come to attack. “Shit! That's Zack Palmer.” Eren spoke as he looked toward Zack, who halted behind them. Both Eren and Drake turned and prepared to fight. “You still haven't learned your lesson, have you? Want me to beat you up to a pulp again?” Eren threatened, trying to make Zack back out without them having to fight. “As long as it involves a promotion, I don't think I will ever learn my lesson.” Zack hissed in reply. “Leave him to me. I'll take it from here.” Drake said, glaring at Zack, who was also ready for a fight. Drake's body began to stretch and contort as his muscles bulged. Fur burst out of his skin, replacing every other human feature with a saber-toothed figure, and Eren briefly watched, amazed as always. Drake was the only one with this animal-like feature out of all the Ten. It was fascinating, truly. As soon as he finished changing, Drake then charged towards Zack
Why was Samantha’s hands on fire? Eren and Drake asked this question internally as they glanced at each other. However, before either of them could ask what was happening, a tear dropped down Samantha’s face, and she began sobbing, “I'm sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” Drake was the first to speak. “I am truly.” She ignored the question, and said instead, “Drake, Eren, I am deeply sorry. I never meant this. I never meant any of this.” As she apologized, the flames of fire that lit her hand up got bigger. What was going on? “What the—“ Eren didn’t finish his sentence because Samantha suddenly charged at him, no them. Her brother also joined in the attack, and a loud ‘no’ tore out of Drake’s throat. The balls of fire lunged at Drake and Eren and they stumbled backwards in pain. “Shit! Shit!” Eren cussed as he desperately tried to dodge the fireballs. Samantha was no force to be reckoned with, but with her brother, the pair were almost unstoppable. This wasn’t going to e
Eren tried his best to run as fast as he could because he knew that if he was even a minute too late for Sid - who was probably in danger - he might be unable to forgive himself. Soon, Eren came to a halt. The scent he was tracking had gotten faint. He couldn’t afford to go off-grid now that he’d lost the only thing directing him towards Sid. So, he looked around, hoping to find his friend nearby. As he was searching around, his eyes saw familiar clothing. It looked exactly like Sid’s. The person was behind a tree, utterly oblivious to Eren’s presence. Slowly and not wanting to cause a scene, Eren approached the figure. He stood behind the tree and slowly called, “Sid?” The person remained unmoving. So Eren approached more cautiously this time. He was still pretty sure the figure was Sid. “Sid,” he called, and the figure moved slightly. Then, “Eren,” the figure whispered, and Eren whistled. “Sid!” Eren exclaimed as Sid turned around, “We have been searching for you
What had Sid done? Eren stared in shock as the force field closed, trapping the students and William Winchester inside. The intruders began attacking the students, and they seemed to gain the upper hand. “We're failing.” One of the students said in a panic. “Let's keep fighting!” Another student advised. However, even with their skills, the intruders were closing in on them. The students weren’t as strong and equipped as the attackers. And they kept getting badly wounded to the extent that they couldn't fight anymore. Eren was so confused with everything. Sid had betrayed him. First, it was Samantha and her brother. Now Sid? He couldn’t believe it. “What the hell is going on?” He muttered under his breath, his palms sweaty as he looked around. It took Eren a long time before he finally figured out something. The attack was all a decoy. And he’d been a part of this decoy. He remembered the bugs he’d placed in the academy. The same bugs were now acting as teleportat
Motivated by Eren, Gaine erupted with lightning sparks and leaped towards the skyscraper, heading straight to its topmost floor to help his grandfather. Eren, meanwhile, headed for the last floor, the lab where he had placed one of the bugs. “Come on," he urged Drake, who was still limping. They walked towards the elevator, and when they got into it, Eren pushed the last floor button. Drake groaned in pain, and Eren sighed. “You have to hold on, okay? This will end soon.” Eren said, trying to encourage Drake to be patient and stand strong. Soon, they reached the last floor and walked toward the lab as quickly as possible. When they got there, the lab was in shambles. All the documents were scattered, some vials had broken on the floor, and different liquids had spilled around. “Alice!” Eren called out to, hoping to find the lab’s carekeeper. He spotted other scientists hiding around, but not Alice. Not giving up on his search, Eren dragged Drake to the second room, whe
Eren’s jaw dropped in shock as he stared at Silas unbelievably. He froze, looking dumbfoundedly as the man he’d known to be paralyzed limped towards what sat on the pedestal. Eren had learned a lot of things today, but this was the most shocking. So Silas wasn’t paralyzed. The professor had never been paralyzed. In a daze, Eren watched Silas climb the stairs one at a time, smiling. “Eren! Do not let him touch the pedestal!” Zachary shouted at the top of his voice, and this command snapped Eren out of his frozen state. “Shit!” He cursed out and made to run towards the stairs. However, before he could move, Sid appeared and pushed him back. “You can’t go beyond where you are,” Sid told Eren coldly. “No, Sid.” “Yes. I’m sorry, Eren. You can’t go there. You can’t stop him.” “But why?” Eren asked frustratingly. He still hadn’t come to terms with Sid’s betrayal. He didn’t know how the man could just turn against them like that. His mind raced for reasons, but none made
While Eren and Sid fought intensely, Silas slowly approached the pedestal, his feet moving independently. His heart beat rapidly in excitement, and a fierce smile crossed his lips. Finally, after years of planning and plotting, his schemes were about to pay off. All those years of frustration, anger, and hurt would finally pay off in full and glorious form. Once he got to the pedestal and grabbed the helmet, he was made. He would have all the power to destroy anyone who stood in his path, most notably the Winchesters. The smile on Silas’s face grew wider, more manic. This victory would be his crowning glory for centuries, and he was only starting. After this battle, there would never again be anyone with any power over him. No one could challenge his power without consequences. They had tried before and succeeded, but never again. Silas' feet moved again, and after two more steps, he stood directly before the helmet. He stared at the shining silver surface and felt h
“Samantha Dennin." A female security officer poked her head into the gymnasium of the Academy, looking around for her. “Lord William had requested your audience. Immediately."Samantha stood up abruptly, looked at the officer, and offered her a curt nod of affirmation before removing her gym towel from her neck and following the Security officer out of the gymnasium.The air outside the gym was crispy and cold. Samantha could hear winter’s whisper from the wind and the cold.She smiled as she breathed in the fresh air. She looked forward, and in the distance, she could see the towering building, The Titan, where William Winchester's office was. She was not at a loss about what was going to happen. The new academic session of Winchester Academy started a few days before, and she had hoped that she would be able to participate in it, but William Winchester hadn't said anything yet. For her, whatever William Winchester said would determine the course of her life.“Come in." She hear
It had been three days since the battle, and the Academy was still buzzed with the news of the Great Fight as the students tagged it. Construction started immediately after the fight, and students joined in to make it faster and more effective. The sun shone brighter, and the people were happier. As William had briefed the media, the enemy was incapacitated and wouldn't be coming back. While it shined sunshine and rainbows, doom spelled darkness in the deepest parts of the Academy prison yards. In a state-of-the-art prison, Silas sat, locked up by order of the Awakened judiciary, until his judgment. Vatican Sol was also locked with him. The only problem that the Academy had was the runaway father and son. Edward Dennin and his son, Trevor Dennin. Finding them was becoming a problem because of Edward Dennin's expertise in hiding. However, William made sure that the security team wouldn't rest until they found them both. This became their motivation to look harder and find
Zachary raised his head and was face to face with Silas. He desperately struggled to keep his breath going. He had held on for more than five minutes, waiting for nothing. He just wanted to keep Silas Homer busy so he would not pursue Eren. Eren stood around thirty steps away, transfixed. Zachary understood that he needed more time and was willing to help him obtain it. Zachary had two things that made him determined. The first one was that nothing would happen to his son for as long as he was conscious on the battlefield, and the second was that he wouldn't die until he explained the actual situation to his son.“You think you're all it?" Zachary asked, a disgusted look on his face. Silas's eyes widened like a madman's, obviously not accepting of what Zachary said. “I'm better than a weakling like you!" He shouted. “The world does not need weaklings. You all do nothing more than infest the world with your weakness. It's sickening.”Zachary rasped and chuckled, his face amused.
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
The day was beginning to bleed into the evening, but the fighting field retained its activity. Jared Khan was faced by his children at the eastern end of the fighting field. Kathlyn had her hand on her hip as she faced her father, angrily questioning him about his decisions.“Dad! You don't have to do this.” She ran towards him to stop him from hurting innocent people. Jared Khan ignored them and tossed the guard he had just beaten up, who had slumped to the side. After he saw that the space around him was empty and no guard or soldier was standing that he could attack or fight with, he reluctantly faced his children.“Father, " Drake started. “Why are you doing this?” He transformed back and stood behind his sister, hoping that she could knock him back into reality.Drake had always believed Kathlyn to be their father's favorite. Growing up, she always got their father's love and attention, which was different from his experience. Drake hoped that his sister's being more loved
Eren kept his gaze on Sid. Not out of caution but to seek his little bit of regret. But he got nothing. Despite his rage and anger-infused questions, Sid didn't respond; he just retained his blank, emotionless look, further enraging Eren.“Say something!" Eren shouted again, hoping Sid would respond and, at the least, tell him why he was doing what he was. Why did he choose to follow Silas despite his sinister plans to destroy the Awakened society and the world as they knew it?Despite Eren's hurt, which he deliberately ignored to focus on restoring his image, finding Silas, returning the Helm of Tyrants, and finding the truth behind his mother's death, he wanted to believe that Sid wasn't doing it voluntarily. He wanted to believe that he had a reason why he betrayed his trust and followed Silas“I have nothing to say to you, Eren," Sid said, unsheathing his daggers tucked in the leather pouch. Eren's face slowly pulled into a confused frown, and he wracked his head, trying to
A dark cloud covered the sun and enveloped the area in the seminar hall, making it look like the evening. MANNA glowed in diverse colors in different spots and places as the Awakened society attacked one another. The Awakened who followed Silas came rushing into the arena, and William's trained soldiers attacked them with power and strength on par with Silas's Awakened. Flashes of sword fights and MANNA shots filled the seminar ground. The dark cloud that covered the sun slowly peeled off its surface, revealing the faces of each person to their opponent.The thrill of victory dried off Eren's nerves as he ran to the fighting ground, his heart beating hard as he approached the middle of the fight. He could see William's braided white hair in the distance, and he rushed to the scene, stopping about twenty steps behind him to get a clearer vision from the proximity. A smirk grew on his lips as he counted; he realized that they had more numbers than Silas's team. William and other p
On the night before the summit, the Academy held its breath in dread and anxiety. Despite the preparations that had been made, the question of the uncertainty of what could happen still lingered in the air.The Helm of Tyrants was the most feared trinket in the Academy, so it was kept safe in the Academy Head’s office, the safest place on the Academy grounds, second only to the Academy vault. The uncertainty of the next day kept William in the middle of his office by 8 p.m., pacing a hole in the ground.William walked to the northern end of his office, where the transparent glass wall was, and looked out of the window; the north side of the Academy was completely open to him. Thoughts of what could happen the next day filled his mind. He thought of thousands of scenarios in which they won and a million in which they lost. His father had spoken to Zachary and him since they were teenagers about the Helm of Tyrants and its great power. In the wrong hands, the world as they know it
Drake sat opposite the large window in his Academy dorm room, his hands intertwined behind his head as he rocked the wooden dorm chair. Sighing for the fourth time in a minute, he brushed one hand through his hair, the dirty blonde shining a hue of gold as the morning sun streamed into his room when the clouds cleared off it.“Ugh," He groaned, his hands sliding down his face, muffling his voice. This is sweet hell, he thought and stood up abruptly, causing the chair to tip back and almost fall. Drake swiftly held it back and positioned it to face his desk, the chair frame now facing away from the window.Drake stood up to check the window. The glass was completely transparent, giving him a clear view of what was going on on the ground floor. It was bustling with activities. Drake perceived it as preparations for Silas Homer’s suspected plan to destroy the major clan leaders and senators all at once during the nation's leaders' summit, which was a few days away.He used animal he