Sifrona's Last Words?

Sifrona lay on the broken terrace, her body bleeding, her vision blurred.

But her mind was sharp.

She could see Shir walking toward her step by step, his golden trident in hand and blood dripping from his wounds.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, but there was no sign of weakness in his steps. No sign of pain in his eyes. Only pride. Power. And mockery.

Sifrona gritted her teeth as her eyes locked onto him.

'Impossible…' she thought. 'Even for someone like him, this is too fast.'

She had seen the battle from a distance. She had watched as Shir fought and forced the four Demon Earls to retreat.

Furfur, Malthus, Raum, and Bifrons weren't weaklings. They were selected as generals for this battle by Eren. Together, they had held the line against some of the strongest foes.

Even if Shir had the advantage, the fight shouldn't have ended so soon.

Her crimson eyes flickered with confusion and anger.