Chapter 51: A Blade in the Dark

The moon hung low over the academy grounds, its silver light casting long shadows across the cobblestone pathways. Eren kept to the edges, his movements silent as he made his way back to the dorms. The encounter with Seris and the black crystal lingered in his mind. Every word she had spoken felt layered with meaning, every glance hiding secrets he had yet to decipher.

But it wasn't just her cryptic warnings that troubled him. The vision from the void had left an imprint on his soul. The watchers. Who were they? And why did the void, a power so alien and incomprehensible, fear them?

Eren clenched his fists, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty. He had taken another step toward understanding his mark, but the path ahead felt darker and more dangerous than ever.

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The Hunter in the Shadows

As he approached the dormitory, a faint sound reached his ears—a rustle, so soft it might have been mistaken for the wind. Eren's steps faltered, his senses sharpening. He scanned the area, but the moonlight revealed nothing unusual.

And yet, the void within him stirred uneasily.

Eren took a slow breath, his hand moving instinctively to the dagger hidden beneath his cloak. The weapon felt cold in his grip, a reassuring presence amidst the growing tension.

The rustle came again, this time closer. Eren spun around, his eyes narrowing as he searched the darkness. "Come out," he said, his voice low and firm. "I know you're there."

For a moment, silence reigned. Then, a figure stepped into the moonlight.

It was a man, tall and lean, with sharp features and eyes that glinted like polished steel. His attire was dark and unassuming, but the twin blades strapped to his back marked him as no ordinary intruder.

"You've been making quite a name for yourself, haven't you?" the man said, his voice calm and measured. "Marked ones are rare enough, but one who survives the void's touch? That's something special."

Eren didn't respond, his grip on the dagger tightening.

The man chuckled, his tone laced with amusement. "No need for hostility, boy. I'm not here to kill you—unless you make it necessary."

"What do you want?" Eren demanded, his eyes never leaving the stranger.

"Information," the man replied. "You've been delving into things far beyond your understanding. The void, the watchers... Do you even know what kind of forces you're meddling with?"

Eren's jaw tightened. "What's it to you?"

The man's smile faded, replaced by a cold, calculating expression. "Let's just say I have an interest in keeping certain... balances intact. Your actions are starting to tip the scales, and that's something I can't allow."

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A Clash of Shadows

Eren didn't wait for further explanation. The moment the man reached for his blades, Eren surged forward, the void amplifying his speed. His dagger lashed out, aiming for the man's side, but the stranger moved with impossible agility, dodging the strike and countering with a sweep of his own blade.

The clash of steel echoed through the night as the two exchanged blows, their movements a blur of precision and power. Eren felt the void pulsing within him, guiding his strikes and enhancing his reflexes, but his opponent was no ordinary fighter.

The man fought with a grace that bordered on supernatural, his twin blades moving in perfect harmony. Each strike was calculated, forcing Eren to stay on the defensive.

"You're better than I expected," the man admitted, his tone almost impressed. "But you're still just a child playing with powers you don't understand."

Eren gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting. He could feel the void urging him to let go, to unleash its full power, but he hesitated. The last time he had done so, it had nearly consumed him.

"I don't need to understand," Eren shot back, deflecting a strike and countering with a quick slash. "I just need to survive."

The man smirked. "Survival won't be enough."

With a sudden burst of speed, the man closed the distance between them, his blade slicing toward Eren's throat. Eren barely managed to dodge, the edge grazing his cheek and drawing a thin line of blood.

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The Void Unleashed

The pain ignited something within Eren—a spark of anger, of desperation. He could feel the void rising, its presence flooding his senses with cold, unrelenting power.

"Enough," he muttered, his voice low and resonant.

The shadows around him thickened, coiling like living entities. The man paused, his eyes narrowing as he sensed the shift in the air.

"So, you're finally letting it out," he said, his tone wary.

Eren didn't respond. He raised his hand, and the shadows surged forward, forming tendrils that lashed out at the man. The stranger moved quickly, slicing through the dark tendrils with practiced ease, but more kept coming, relentless and unyielding.

The void's power was overwhelming, a force of nature that defied logic. Eren felt it coursing through him, threatening to consume him, but he held on, focusing its energy with a single-minded determination.

The man's movements grew more frantic as the shadows closed in, forcing him to retreat. For the first time, Eren saw a flicker of doubt in his opponent's eyes.

"You're stronger than I thought," the man admitted, his breathing labored. "But strength without control is a double-edged sword."

With a final, desperate strike, the man created a gap in the shadows and leapt back, putting distance between himself and Eren. "This isn't over," he said, his tone cold. "You're a danger to yourself and everyone around you. I'll be watching."

And with that, he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Eren alone beneath the moonlight.

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Aftermath

Eren stood still, his chest heaving as the void's power slowly receded. The shadows around him dissipated, leaving only silence in their wake.

He wiped the blood from his cheek, his mind racing. Who was that man? And why was he so determined to stop Eren from uncovering the truth?

The encounter had left him shaken, but it had also strengthened his resolve. He couldn't afford to falter—not now, not when he was so close to understanding his mark.

As he made his way back to the dormitory, Eren couldn't shake the man's parting words. Strength without control is a double-edged sword.

He clenched his fists, his determination burning brighter than ever. He would master the void's power, no matter the cost.