Dawn was beginning to break.

Yaman was still holding Eren’s head in his lap.

His eyes were tired—but steady.

He never let go of Eren’s hand.

Eren’s skin had grown cold.

His aura had calmed.

His pulse had slowed.

Morning had come…

But the sky was still green.

Yet Yaman felt different.

Light as a feather.

Mind clear as glass.

As if everything Eren had gone through…

had flowed into him too.

The aura had wrapped around him—

and changed him.

---

Eren slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw…

was green.

The world was buried under a blanket of mist.

The air rippled like a sea of dust.

He turned his head—

and through the blur, he saw Yaman.

But something was different.

---

Yaman looked… stronger.

His muscles more defined.

He seemed taller.

His face sharper.

His eyes… crystal clear.

Eren whispered:

“What… what happened to you?”

Yaman gave a tired smile.

But his voice was firm:

“The real question is—what happened to you?

A stone the size of an apple hit your gut…

And here you are, standing.”

Eren looked down.

His clothes were torn, dried blood soaked the fabric.

But underneath…

not even a scar.

---

Yaman stared into the horizon.

“The world isn’t the same anymore.

Everything we once knew…

is behind us now.”

---

They walked toward home.

Muddy streets.

Broken walls.

Shattered windows.

The town looked like a battlefield.

At first, everything was silent.

But as they walked…

the silence began to crack.

---

By a wall, they saw someone—

the town’s baker, Mehmet.

He had always smiled.

Always handed out bread in the morning.

Now, he sat slumped against the wall,

his eyes hollow.

Hands trembling,

muttering to himself.

---

Just as they approached,

Mehmet stood.

One step.

Another.

Then…

he vanished into the mist.

A crack echoed in the air.

He had jumped.

Off the cliff.

---

Eren’s chest tightened.

Yaman clenched his jaw.

They moved on.

---

Further ahead—

Two old neighbors.

Usually kind.

Polite.

Now?

At each other’s throats.

Anger was spreading like wildfire.

One threw the other down.

Jumped on top of him.

Shouting.

Cursing.

Fists echoing in the mist.

Yaman and Eren locked eyes.

The same horror in both their faces.

Yaman whispered:

“This… this isn’t the world anymore.”

---

Through the fog—

They saw her.

Mücella.

Sitting on a rock.

Shoulders slumped.

Eyes lost in the mist.

The hope once shining in her eyes…

had faded into quiet despair.

---

Eren stepped forward—

Faster now.

But then…

BAM!

A sudden kick to the back.

He hit the ground.

Face in the dirt.

---

Yaman moved to help—

Eren stopped him.

“No… Yaman. Don’t interfere.”

Yaman’s eyes burned with fury.

But Eren’s gaze was calm.

Understanding.

---

Mert stood before them.

His body trembling.

Eyes flashing.

A strange, shifting aura coiled around him.

He spread his fingers.

His voice cracked:

**“I’m better looking than Eren!

Stronger!

More popular!

Everyone would’ve chosen me!

Mücella! What do you see in him?!

This world is for you and me now!”**

---

He punched Eren.

Then again.

Eren didn’t resist.

Just watched.

With every hit—

tears streamed down Mert’s face.

His aura turned dark purple.

Then pale white.

Then black again.

Unstable.

Broken.

---

Mücella screamed:

“Stop, Mert!

This isn’t you!”

Mert froze.

His hands trembled.

He dropped to his knees beside Eren.

“What… am I doing…?”

---

Eren slowly sat up.

Placed a hand on Mert’s shoulder.

And he felt it—

Regret.

Fear.

Loneliness.

All of it.

A storm inside Mert’s soul.

Pouring into Eren.

---

He reached for Mert’s aura.

Began drawing the stone’s influence away.

The rippling slowed.

The chaos eased.

Clarity returned to Mert’s eyes.

The voice in his head… went quiet.

He took a breath.

A real one.

For the first time in years.

---

Mert grabbed Eren’s hand:

**“Thank you…

If you hadn’t been here…

I wouldn’t be me anymore.

The Mert in the mirror…

He’s gone now.”**

---

Mücella ran over, shaking.

Her eyes filled with fear.

Eren was pale.

Blood ran from his nose and lips.

She reached out.

A soft glow lit her palms.

She aimed at his wounds.

But Eren grabbed her wrist.

“No… Mücella. Don’t.”

She whispered:

“But… I need to help you…”

Eren shook his head.

**“Every time you heal…

you give away a part of yourself.

Your life force.

Don’t use it again.”**

---

Mücella couldn’t stop the tears.

But she obeyed.

And sat beside him.

Choosing simply to stay.

---

Yaman stood back.

Watching.

The sarcasm was gone.

His face—serious.

Reflective.

He took a deep breath.

And smiled faintly.

His voice was soft:

**“It used to be easy to understand the world…

Now, we wake up wondering—

Was that a demon today…

or just a jinn?

Welcome to the new life, friends.”**

---

Eren smiled.

For the first time that morning.

The sun still hadn’t risen…

But something had.

Maybe a new day—

Would begin with these three.