They had left the town behind.

Their footsteps echoed on the muddy stone path, the green mist trailing behind them.

The sky was still moss-green.

Yaman walked ahead.

Mert and Mücella followed silently.

Eren… lagged a step behind.

He paused.

The world felt as if it had fallen silent.

Even the wind seemed to hold its breath.

Eren turned his head, drawn by some deep sensation he couldn’t see with his eyes but felt in the depths of his heart.

His sixth sense was like a call resonating beneath his skin.

> “From here…”

he said in a low voice.

Yaman stopped and furrowed his brow:

> “Where to now, kid? The cabin’s to the north.”

With determined steps, Eren left the path.

Mücella hesitated as she watched him go, then Mert and Yaman fell in behind.

They descended a slope.

Wove through thickets.

Then… a pale green glimmer.

Half-buried in the earth, a fist-sized stone lay there, faintly vibrating—the Green Stone.

Eren knelt and picked it up in both hands.

A warm sensation flowed through his fingers—a mixture of pain, hope, and eternity.

---

Mücella dropped to her knees beside him, astonished:

> “How… did you find this?”

Eren lifted his head and stared up at the sky.

In a quiet voice he murmured:

> “It’s as if there’s a bond between us and this stone,

as if it and the green mist have been connected to us since the moment we were born.

They may have fallen from the sky, but they’re not foreign to us,

and I feel like there’s a link to our very souls.”

The air grew heavy.

For an instant, everyone was silent.

Just then, Yaman grinned and threw an arm around Eren’s shoulder:

> “A bond with a rock, or are you just seeing things ’cause you’re hungry?

Somebody tell me I’m not dreaming.”

His smile eased the tension, but Eren’s expression remained serious.

Mert, meanwhile, stared at the stone’s glow, his eyes sharpening as if he were a detective piecing together clues.

---

Mert clenched his fists and surveyed the chaos around them.

After a moment of silence, his mind cleared, his thoughts crystallized, and he spoke with more clarity than ever:

> “After Eren pulled me out of that mess, I realized something:

this mist doesn’t just reveal emotions, it magnifies them until they’re uncontrollable.

Fear, jealousy, anger—it’s like bombs going off inside people, hijacking their minds.

But Eren was different; in the middle of that chaos, he reached out and calmed the turmoil within me.

Maybe he is the key.

His power isn’t just to feel emotions—it’s to guide and balance them.

If anyone can stop this chaos, it’s him.”

Turning to his friends, his analytical gaze firm, Mert continued:

> “This crisis won’t end until emotions are brought back under control.

Eren’s power could restore people to their own minds.

We need to understand his ability better and support him in resolving this.

We have no other way out.”

Yaman raised an eyebrow:

> “Wow. You used to lose your notebook five minutes after finding it.

Now you’re making grand speeches?”

Mert smiled faintly—though behind his smile lay genuine concern.

---

Through the mist, a small structure appeared:

Decayed wooden walls, a sagging roof, cracked stone foundations…

Yet it still stood.

Eren, Mücella, Mert, and Yaman approached the cabin in silent steps.

The door was ajar.

Only silence came from inside.

When they took another step… the door suddenly banged shut.

At that moment, a figure lunged out of the mist.

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Description of the Attacker

His body exceeded the limits of a normal human:

Muscles bulging, reflexes sharpened to an animalistic edge.

His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze insane.

He was fast. Too fast.

He held a rusty knife, but his body alone was a weapon.

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First Reactions

Eren and Mücella recoiled instinctively.

Mert stepped behind the stone.

In a guttural voice the man shouted:

> “Demons! Minions of the green curse! Get out! Get out of here!”

He had seen the hand that held the stone and gone mad.

In his eyes, they were no longer human but possessed by a devil.

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Attempt at Persuasion

Yaman raised his hands and spoke calmly:

> “Hey! We’re not your enemy.

Yes, we’ve been affected by the mist…but we haven’t lost our minds.

We won’t hurt anyone.

Come on, we can hide together. We can bury the stone if you want.”

But the man narrowed his eyes and screamed:

> “LIES! You’re all deluded! You’re all SICK!”

Then, like lightning, he pounced.

---

Fight Scene

The man attacked Yaman directly.

Yaman sidestepped instinctively.

The man’s fist smashed into the ground—earth and stones flew up.

Yaman took a defensive stance.

Eren and Mücella watched from behind, holding their breath.

The attacker lunged again, savage and merciless.

Yaman took a step back, his eyes blazing.

He was no ordinary man anymore.

Suddenly he leapt forward and drove a knee into the attacker’s abdomen.

The man staggered and crashed into the cabin wall.

The wooden boards groaned and cracked.

But the man rose again, madness in his eyes.

He launched one final strike, lightning-fast…

Yaman didn’t flinch.

He grabbed the man’s arm and twisted it viciously.

A crack sounded—his shoulder popped out of place.

Using all his weight, Yaman drove his knee into the man’s chest.

The attacker gasped for air and sank to his knees.

Trembling, Yaman delivered one last blow to the man’s head.

The man went still.

Silence fell over the mist.