Eren plunged the dagger into the Holy Emperor's chest, stunning the man who had thought his words had managed to convince Eren.
Did Eren not believe him at all? That didn't make sense. When he looked into Eren's eyes, there was no anger or hatred, only a frightening calm like the ocean before a storm.
It was clear he did not act out of anger or hatred. If anything, there was pity in his eyes. Then why? This was the only question in the Holy Emperor's mind.
Eren didn't answer the question of the Holy Emperor. The Holy Emperor only felt more pain as Eren's hand transformed into a claw, stabbing into his chest.
The Holy Emperor coughed out a mouthful of blood while his heart was ripped out from his chest in front of his eyes.
