A Game of Chess Between Two Demigods P01

Shir retreated away from the frontlines, clutching his chest with one hand while gripping his trident tightly with the other.

The cold handle of the weapon grounded him, helping him stay calm. But his face, pale and strained, betrayed his inner thoughts.

He was scared.

Even though he tried not to show it on the outside, the fear was crawling under his skin. 

Eren's assassination attempt had come out of nowhere—fast, deadly, and calculated. And if Eren had been a Sage Ranker, even just at the early stage… that strike would have killed him.

I would have died…

The thought echoed in his mind, and he shivered. Drops of cold sweat ran down his neck, trailing beneath his armor.