Yaman started cleaning the mushrooms and herbs.

Mert washed the wild berries.

Eren built a small fire, arranging stones in a circle.

Mücella picked out a few medicinal herbs she’d found among the grass and began to prepare a small mixture.

Everyone was busy with something.

For the first time in this new world...

they were moving like a family.

The little pot began to boil.

The small rabbit roasted over the fire.

The first scent of food filled the cabin.

And all of them, with the weight of the mist on their shoulders and the shadow of loss in their hearts...

smiled for the first time.

Because they were alive.

And because...

this was their world now.

The fire burned softly.

A small pot simmered, and in the blurred light of the mist, four figures looked at each other in silence.

Yaman sat with his back to the wall, knees drawn to his chest.

His eyes fixed on the ground, saying nothing.

The shadow of the man he had killed last night still clung to his shoulders.

Eren, skewering mushrooms over the fire, turned to Mücella.

> “Mücella,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

“Every time you heal a wound… you give a piece of yourself.

You need to know when to stop.”

Mücella lowered her eyes.

She didn’t protest.

She just nodded slightly.

Just then, Mert broke his silent trance, as if snapping out of a calculation.

His eyes were strangely clear, as if he was running an equation in his mind.

> “We’ve all… changed,” he said thoughtfully.

“But in different ways.”

Eren and Mücella turned to look at him.

Yaman just listened quietly.

Mert laced his fingers together and spoke:

> “Eren… has become hypersensitive to emotions. He can sense people’s moods.”

“Yaman… is physically stronger. His reflexes, his muscles—they’re way beyond what’s normal.”

“Mücella… can accelerate cell regeneration through touch. Wounds that would take months to heal, she fixes in seconds.”

“And me… I’m different too. My thoughts are faster. I connect logical pieces more quickly.”

He paused for a moment,

then gazed out into the mist.

> “I think… this mist isn’t just a poison.”

“It finds the deepest part of each of us…

and amplifies it.”

Eren nodded slowly:

> “So… it’s about who we are.”

Mert nodded.

> “Who we are… and what we could become.”

Yaman lifted his head for the first time.

His gaze was tired, but for a moment, it was clear.

> “But… what if it amplifies our worst sides?”

That question hung over the fire.

No one could answer right away.

Only the crackling of the flames and the hum of the mist could be heard.

And breakfast continued in silence.

But now everyone knew:

This world wasn’t just a test of strength,

but of character too.