Chapter 158: The Path to Number One
Eren stepped out of the chamber, the heavy stone door closing behind him with a resounding thud that seemed to echo through his very bones. The cool corridor air hit his face like a slap, and he welcomed it. His hands were steady as he adjusted his tunic, but his mind was anything but calm.
The same two guards from before stood at attention, their armor gleaming in the torchlight. They straightened immediately upon seeing him, their expressions filled with the same reverence as before, though perhaps even more pronounced now.
"Veilwalker," the taller guard said, bowing deeply. "The Master awaits your return. She is most eager to hear of your... accomplishments."
The shorter guard nodded enthusiastically. "Your reputation grows with each passing hour, sir. The entire fortress speaks of nothing but your incredible abilities."
Eren said nothing, simply nodding for them to lead the way. His thoughts were consumed with one thing: his family. Were they still safe? Were they still being treated well? The uncertainty gnawed at him as they began their familiar journey through the winding corridors.
"If I may say so, Veilwalker," the taller guard continued as they walked, "you carry yourself differently now. There’s a... presence about you. The power of the TUNA rituals, it changes a person, doesn’t it?"
"The Master will be most pleased," added the shorter guard. "She has such plans for you, such important work ahead."
They passed through the same ornate hallways as before, but Eren barely noticed the tapestries and carvings this time. His focus was singular, his determination hardening with each step. Whatever came next, he would endure it. For his family. For Naia. For his people.
The guards maintained their respectful chatter as they descended the familiar stairs, their voices echoing off the stone walls. But Eren’s attention was drawn to something else – sounds coming from ahead. Voices. Familiar voices.
As they approached the massive double doors of the main hall, Eren could hear conversation from within. His heart quickened as he recognized his mother’s voice, then Lyra’s, then Naia’s. They were still here. They were still alive.
The guards pushed open the great doors with their usual ceremonial flourish, and Eren stepped inside to find a scene remarkably similar to before. His family and companions were seated in the same arrangement, looking comfortable and well-cared for. Relief flooded through him, though he kept his expression carefully neutral.