Eren Yeager looked at him, his emerald eyes holding not a trace of fear, only the relief of a burden lifted.
"Is it over?"
He asked softly.
"Yeah."
Ye Chuan nodded.
"It's over."
The next moment, a blade flashed.
The head that had borne too much pain flew into the air.
Ye Chuan watched the body slowly collapse before him. His heart, long accustomed to countless deaths and normally still as an ancient well, flickered with a trace of complicated emotion.
This was a tragedy that had been inevitable since two thousand years ago, from the moment a girl named Ymir Fritz obtained the power of the Titans.
The people outside the walls, fearing the devil's power, chose to use hatred to imprison, persecute, and even completely eradicate all Eldians who carried Ymir's blood.
And the people within the walls, because of that century of imprisonment and hatred, developed a twisted yearning for freedom.
Hatred bred more hatred.
Oppression bred even more frenzied resistance.
It was a vicious cycle with no solution.
Whether through resistance, abandonment, or understanding.
Every one of them had tried, in their own way, to break this fated cycle of hatred.
But they had all failed.
Because what they faced was not merely an enemy.
It was the curse itself, accumulated through history and long since seeped into the marrow of every human being.
Finally, Ye Chuan's gaze returned to the head that had rolled to his feet.
So...
Eren Yeager, you pitiful boy granted the power of the Attack Titan, able to see both the past and the future.
You became the final key to breaking this vicious cycle.
You saw every future.
And you tried every possibility.
*But you discovered that no matter what you chose, no matter how you struggled, there was