The first light of morning seeped through a crack in the cabin wall.

Eren opened his eyes.

For a moment, he couldn’t remember where he was.

Then he saw the wooden walls, the cracks in the stone floor.

Eren sat up.

In the other corners of the cabin, Yaman, Mücella, and Mert were still asleep.

Their breathing was steady, their faces tired—but peaceful.

Eren stood up slowly.

He stepped carefully, not wanting to wake anyone.

He reached for the iron handle on the door.

Pressed it gently.

Creak...

The door opened.

And Eren stepped outside.

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He froze at the sight before him.

The green mist was gone.

The sky had returned to its pale blue shade.

Far off, white clouds drifted over the hills.

Birds chirped and danced on the tree branches.

A soft morning breeze rustled the grass.

And for the first time in three days, clean, cool air brushed against Eren’s face.

In this fleeting moment...

The world felt like it had gone back to what it used to be.

Almost.

Eren took a deep breath.

The air in his lungs was pure—but he didn’t feel at ease.

Somewhere inside him...

a cold weight remained.

Eren turned his eyes back to the cabin.

He gave a quick glance at his sleeping friends.

Then turned to the horizon.

To where the town lay.

His grandfather… his family…

He clenched one hand into a fist.

He had made his decision.

Quietly, with silent steps, he gave the cabin one last look.

And set out.