The morning came too quickly for Eren's liking. He had spent the night with his family, sharing stories and trying to maintain some semblance of normalcy despite the circumstances. But as dawn broke through the small window of his chamber, reality settled back in with its familiar weight.
The same two guards appeared at his door, their expressions carrying the now-familiar mixture of respect and excitement. They had become almost like heralds of his fate, always appearing when it was time for another ritual.
"Good morning, Veilwalker," the taller guard said, his voice filled with anticipation. "The Master awaits your presence. Today is the day of your final ritual with Number Two."
Eren nodded, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. He had learned to accept these moments with as much grace as he could muster, knowing that resistance would only make things more difficult for everyone involved.
