Eren ignored the celestial man's mumbling, his focus entirely on the task ahead and the dwindling clock in his mind.
At this point, he was already convinced that the marks in the sky were left by the Sword Emperor. That's why the Ancestor of the King Clan knew about it. If he had to surpass it, he couldn't just rely on raw strength.
The Sword Emperor's marks weren't brute force; they were related to his understanding of the sword, and a concept so profound it could scar the very fabric of a realm.
'Surpass them,' Eren thought, his gaze fixed on the ancient, ethereal cuts in the sky. 'Not just match, but surpass.'
It seemed like an utterly ridiculous demand. How could he, a mere mortal, hope to achieve what perhaps even the current King Clan Progenitor couldn't?
But the alternative was unthinkable. And more pressingly, the three-hour limit of his descent skill loomed over his head.
