Chapter 58: The Fall of Hagan
The room was silent. The damp stone walls barely reflected the pale glow of the translucent fragment spinning between Eren’s fingers. He stared at it as one might stare at an old wound. The surface of the crystal seemed to breathe—to pulse—emitting a bluish luminescence that cast elongated shadows on the Tamer’s impassive features.
He said nothing. He just took a few steps away from the group, who were preparing their weapons, their claws, their spells. The great battle was approaching. But first, Eren wanted to understand. He needed to comprehend.
He pressed the Whispering Memory Fragment against his forehead.
[Item Activated: Whispering Memory Fragment]
[Access granted to: Ancient Tamer’s Psychic Record – Code Name "Orun"]
The world around him faded.
Veins of light and sound intertwined like snakes. A clearing took shape. In the center of it, a thin figure with deep-set eyes and hair as white as wax spoke urgently, as if knowing that each word was an offering against oblivion.
"If you are hearing this... then the cycle still lives. There are still tamers hunted for blasphemy. There are still orders dressed in justice that chain bonds and emotions in the name of fear. Remember this: fanatics do not fight monsters—they fight freedom."
Eren did not blink. His heart beat softly, like a war drum buried under layers of ice.
Orun’s image wavered, but his voice was sharp.
"One day, one of them will wear faith as armor, but will not listen to the gods. He will say that the soul is impure, but he will be empty inside. He will not tame monsters — he will try to tame the universe itself. He will twist codes, subvert bonds. He is the rupture."
The name echoed in Eren’s mind like bottled thunder. The man who had guided them there. The man who was now the true high priest of the Order of the Burning Eye.