Skyfrost Sword.
That was the name of his martial soul.
It had been far too long since he last summoned it. Long ago, he had condensed his spiritual power into this blade, refining it until sword and will were nearly one. Its reappearance felt like meeting an old companion after years of separation.
For the first time, the cold indifference on Alfred's face softened. There was a trace of foolish tenderness in his gaze, as if he were looking at a beloved partner rather than a weapon.
"Hou—!"
Eren suddenly roared at the heavens.
He had been forced into a corner.
If he retreated now, in front of all his subordinates, how could he ever command them again? Pride, authority, and survival demanded that he fight.
His first soul ring flared brilliantly.
Metallic light exploded across his body as Armored Dragon Body activated. His already massive form surged with power.
