The man fell.

Silence spread.

It was as if the world had held its breath for a few seconds.

Yaman dropped to his knees.

He bowed his head.

He looked at his hands—trembling.

Eren approached, eyes filled with tears.

Mert stood silently behind.

Mücella covered her mouth, crying quietly; her eyes said everything.

In a hoarse whisper, Yaman spoke:

> "I was supposed to protect them...

I thought I could do it without killing."

Tears streamed down his face.

But it wasn’t anger.

It was collapse.

Eren knelt beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

> "One day will come, Yaman...

And on that day, we’ll thank you.

Maybe not today... but one day."

Yaman lifted his head.

Through the green mist, the faint glow of the star still shimmered.

Silently, he made a vow:

> "Never again...

I'll never let them face danger alone."

He gave the lifeless body one last look.

Then he stood up and walked toward the cabin.

The others followed quietly behind.

---

The air inside the cabin was heavy.

The scent of old wood and damp clung to them.

No one spoke.

Only footsteps...

Only sighs...

Mücella curled up in a corner, pulling her knees to her chest.

She was trembling—not from cold, but from everything they had been through.

Mert crouched down.

He began spinning a small stone in his hand.

His gaze was empty.

Yaman leaned back against the wall.

He tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Somewhere inside him... something was quietly bleeding.

Eren sat on the floor.

He held the green stone between his palms.

Its warmth was still there...

But now it felt less like comfort—

and more like a burden.