The green mist had covered the entire town, drawing out the emotions people tried so hard to suppress.

On the night of the catastrophe, Mert was walking through his damaged home, shaken by the tremors, stepping between shattered glass.

The house was silent.

His mother and father… were gone.

With his hands in his pockets, he walked slowly into his room.

There were cracks in the walls.

His mirror had fallen across from the bed and shattered.

He bent down slowly.

Picked up the mirror.

Watched his own face through the broken pieces.

But something was off.

His reflection wasn’t looking back at him.

There was another Mert in there.

One who stared with an angry, mocking, condescending smile.

“Everyone loved Eren.”

“No one ever noticed you.”

“You’re nothing.”

No words were spoken—only reflections.

But with every glance, the jealousy inside him swelled like a festering wound.

Staring at himself, he clenched his fist.

And punched the mirror.

The crack spread wider.

In that moment...

The Mert inside the mirror tilted his head and whispered:

“I’ll show you what real power is.”

And for the first time, Mert felt a true shift within:

The air in the room grew heavier.

The lights seemed to dim.

The fabric of the world... thinned.

His jealousy, fear, and rage merged into a small, invisible spark of power.

Still weak.

Still uncontrolled.

But it would grow.