The Fall Of Silas Homer

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.
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