“Father!" Gaine called after William Winchester, walking faster to match his father's pace, which he failed to do. “It makes no sense. Why in the world would you want to put them both in jail when they were both part of the group? I was, too, and I'm not in jail." William Winchester paid Gaine no attention; instead, he walked past him, heading towards his office.Gaine had rubbed his opinion into his ear since he got out of the car. He hijacked his father before the Titan and began pleading and begging, but William was unwilling to hear it.As they passed the front of the secretary's desk, Gaine saw his uncle and immediately ran to him.“Uncle! You have to help me.” He took hold of his uncle's hands, and Zachary Winchester allowed him. “You have to help me, uncle. Father wants to arrest Eren again.” His blue eyes gleamed under the artificial light."I'm sure you won't like that, Uncle."“It's alright, Gaine.” Zachary gave Gaine a small smile before he turned to his brother. Drowning
Eren sighed, “It's Mr Winchester, isn't it?"The guard nodded and turned sharply to join the rest of the others. As Eren walked down the hallway to the front of the dorms, thoughts of his encounter with Tiana crossed his mind, leaving him numb and spinning with a thousand emotions.Eren's pale face was hit with a gush of cold night air. The night had never seemed darker to him. His mind kept reeling from the many things that had gone wrong and the millions of mistakes he had made that had cost people's lives. At that point, he began to doubt whether it was all worth it. Will mom approve of me? He thought about Tiana again. She didn't approve of him, which made him think deeply about his actions.Eren was jerked back to the brightness of the night by the guard that held him when he stopped moving. “Ugh." He groaned and continued to move. The Academy grounds were heavily pitted, and lanterns and artificial lights were in almost every corner.The whole thing was blinding to Eren,
“He's not healing fast enough! Something must be wrong!" Eren could hear someone exclaim.Even though he’d blackened out, it seemed as though he was half awake. As though he was in sleep mode.He was not fully conscious, so that he couldn't feel his pain as much anymore, just discomfort here and there.He recognized the voice as belonging to Zachary; why would he be that worried about me? Eren thought. His attention suddenly got drawn to the smoothness of his thoughts. He had no blockade and was thinking without any hitch.All of his previous spinning emotions seemed to have calmed. Eren tried to sigh in relief, but then he realized he couldn't. He became more conscious the moment he started breathing in through the oxygen given to him. He was more conscious of the things around him. He realized that he was being pushed through a hallway. White walls, pungent chemical smells. Hospital. He concluded and looked up to see the blinding bright lights.The people pushing him didn't no
The floors were damp, and the smell of the cell prison made William's skin crawl as he trudged through the quiet prison floor. The wall was stained with molding cement. The ground was broken in different places, and any bare skin that touched its surface was at risk of being torn.One could do nothing from within the cells. The metal bars holding the walls of each room together didn't allow noise from within to come out unless programmed to. “Brief me," William said to the prison guard who walked two steps behind him, his head bent low. William ignored his apparent timidity and repeated, “Brief me."The man lifted his face sharply as though to ask, me?“Yes, you.” William suppressed the urge to give him an irritated look. He never liked it when people were timid; they usually had no grit to scale through life.“His name is Kade. No last name provided." The prison guard said in a sharp tone. William raised one brow in pleasant surprise. “He worked at a mine for five years until he we
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
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
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
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