Powers and Justice.

The wind howled through the towering peaks of Sacred Roots, whistling between ancient trees and rolling over the untouched plains. The mountains, a place of solitude and serenity, had become home to one who once fought among the fiercest warriors.

Eren stood on the edge of a rocky outcrop, his golden-white hair tousled by the breeze, his green eyes half-closed as he listened—not just to the wind but to the voice of nature itself.

Here, there was no war. No kingdoms to defend, no battles to fight. No unspoken words weighing on his chest.

Only peace.

He had left it all behind—her behind.

The moment he watched Phoenix walk down the aisle, radiant and full of life, he knew it was time. His place had never been by her side, not in this lifetime, nor the ones before it. And so, without a word, he had departed.