Eren and Futoria sat quietly, their bodies weary from the massacre they had just committed. In the cold silence of the cell block, the weight of their actions pressed down on them. Futoria stared at the blood-streaked walls, her mind struggling to reconcile what they had become.
"We didn't have a choice," Eren muttered, though his voice lacked conviction. He glanced at Futoria, searching for some confirmation that what they had done was necessary. But her expression remained unreadable, her eyes distant and clouded with regret.
"Didn't we?" she whispered, more to herself than to Eren. The memory of the noblewoman's tear-streaked face flashed before her eyes, the child's innocent gaze piercing through her conscience. She clenched her fists, trying to suppress the guilt that gnawed at her insides. "We're no better than the monsters Titus controls."
Eren turned his gaze to the floor, his jaw tight. "We had to survive. You know that as well as I do. If it wasn't them, it would've been us."
Futoria didn't respond, her mind still lost in the chaos of her thoughts. The path they had chosen was dark, and with each step they took, it seemed there was no going back. But now, there was no time for reflection, no room for hesitation. Titus had made sure of that.
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the corridor, and Titus's presence loomed once more. His towering form appeared in the doorway, casting a long shadow over them. He regarded the two with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes, the corner of his lips twisting into a cruel smile.
"You've done well," Titus said, his voice like cold steel. "The nobles have fallen, and the enclave is in chaos. We are one step closer to reshaping this world in our image."
Eren forced himself to look up, his voice steady despite the turmoil raging inside him. "What happens now?"
Titus approached them, his hands clasped behind his back. "Now, we move on to the next phase of our plan. The nobles were just the beginning. Their fall has created a power vacuum, and many will be vying to fill it. We must act quickly to ensure that only those loyal to our cause rise to power."
Futoria's brow furrowed. "And how do we do that?"
Titus's smile widened. "Simple. We must eliminate anyone who poses a threat to our control. There are factions within the enclave that still resist us, remnants of the old order clinging to their former power. They must be crushed, utterly and completely."
Eren nodded, though the thought of more bloodshed weighed heavily on him. "Who do we target next?"
"There is a council," Titus replied, his voice dripping with disdain. "A group of old fools who once governed this enclave, believing themselves to be the protectors of its people. They have gone into hiding, rallying what little support they have left. Your task is to find them and ensure they never rise again."
Futoria's fists tightened at her sides, her breath shallow. "And what of the people? What if they begin to resist?"
Titus's gaze darkened. "The people are nothing more than pawns in this game, Futoria. If they resist, they will meet the same fate as the nobles. Power is the only language that matters now, and we will speak it with force."
A heavy silence fell over the room. Eren and Futoria exchanged a glance, their fates once again intertwined by the cruel hand of destiny. They had made their choice, and now, they would have to live with it.
"Prepare yourselves," Titus commanded, his voice brooking no argument. "You leave at dawn. Do not return until the council is nothing more than a memory."
As dawn broke over the enclave, a chilling quiet hung in the air. Eren and Futoria, now fully prepared for their grim task, stood at the edge of what was once a thriving civilization. The streets, which had once been filled with life, now lay empty, desolate in the aftermath of the noble massacre. The towering buildings that had once symbolized wealth and power now stood as silent witnesses to the destruction that had begun.
Eren's mind was a storm of emotions, his hands still shaking from the night before. He glanced at Futoria, her face a mask of grim determination, though he could sense the same turmoil beneath her steely exterior. Neither of them had spoken much since their meeting with Titus; words felt meaningless in the face of what they were about to do.
Their mission was clear: eliminate the council, the last vestiges of organized resistance, and by extension, crush what remained of the old civilization. The council members had retreated to a hidden location, gathering the last of their loyal followers in a desperate bid to reclaim the enclave. But it was futile. Titus had already seen to that. With their dwindling forces and fractured unity, they were nothing more than a symbol of a dying era.
Eren's footsteps echoed as he led the way through the desolate streets, his Titan form casting a long shadow over the ruins. Futoria followed close behind, her own Titan form moving with lethal grace. They moved silently, their path unopposed, for the people had learned well to fear the Titans. What few survivors remained in the city had hidden themselves away, knowing that nothing could save them from the wrath that was about to be unleashed.
It wasn't long before they reached their destination—a fortified stronghold deep in the heart of the city, hidden beneath the remnants of the old government district. The council's final refuge. It was heavily guarded, a desperate attempt to stave off the inevitable. Eren and Futoria paused at the edge of the district, surveying the defenses. Rows of barricades lined the streets, manned by the council's remaining soldiers. Their faces were etched with fear, their weapons trembling in their hands as they prepared for the impossible battle ahead.
"They're scared," Futoria muttered, her voice cold. "They know what's coming."
Eren nodded, his expression hardening. "They should be."
Without another word, they surged forward, their massive Titan forms tearing through the barricades as though they were paper. The soldiers fired their weapons, a futile gesture against the overwhelming force that descended upon them. Eren's fists crushed entire squads, his roar echoing through the crumbling district as he tore through the defenses with relentless fury.
Futoria moved with deadly precision, her hands ripping through walls and scattering the council's forces like ants. She felt no remorse, no hesitation—only the cold necessity of their mission. Each step brought them closer to the heart of the stronghold, closer to the council that had once ruled this city.
As they approached the main building, the last of the council's defenders fell, their bodies crushed beneath the weight of Eren and Futoria's assault. The grand entrance to the council's refuge stood before them, its once-opulent doors now reduced to splinters under Eren's might. Inside, the council members huddled together, their faces pale with fear. There were no speeches, no last-minute attempts at diplomacy. They had known this day would come.
Eren stepped forward, his Titan form shrinking as he reverted to his human state. The council members flinched, their gazes fixed on the two figures who now stood before them—Eren and Futoria, the chosen generals of Titus, the destroyers of their world.
"You've lost," Eren said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Your time is over."
One of the council members, an older man with a scar running down his face, stepped forward, his voice shaking with a mix of fear and defiance. "You think you've won? You think this destruction will give you power? You've become nothing more than Titus's puppets—slaves to his madness."
Futoria's eyes narrowed. "We made a choice. We chose survival. Your world—your rules—are gone. Now, there's only one truth: strength."
The councilman shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "And what will you do when Titus turns on you? What will you do when you're no longer useful to him?"
Eren clenched his fists, the man's words cutting deeper than he expected. "We'll cross that bridge when we get there. But for now, this is the only way forward."
The older man closed his eyes, a resigned sigh passing his lips. "Then do what you came to do. This world is already lost."
Futoria stepped forward, her hand reaching out, and with one swift movement, she silenced the councilman forever. The remaining council members fell soon after, their final breaths echoing through the chamber like the last gasps of a dying civilization.
As the dust settled, Eren and Futoria stood in the center of the room, surrounded by the lifeless bodies of the council. The last remnants of the old world had been wiped away, and with them, the final resistance to Titus's rule.
The silence that followed was deafening. Eren felt the weight of what they had done pressing down on him, but there was no turning back now. This was the path they had chosen, and they would walk it to the bitter end.
Futoria, her face unreadable, turned to Eren. "It's over."
Eren nodded, though he felt no sense of victory, no relief. "Yeah. It's over."
But even as they stood there, in the heart of the ruins they had created, a part of Eren knew that this was far from the end. Titus's vision for the world was just beginning, and they were the instruments of his twisted will. The world they had known was gone, and in its place, a new, darker reality awaited them.
They made their way back through the ruined streets, their task complete. The enclave, once a thriving beacon of civilization, was now nothing more than a smoldering wasteland. Eren and Futoria had fulfilled their mission, but at what cost?
As they returned to the prison, where Titus awaited, Eren's thoughts turned inward. He had become something he never thought possible, a force of destruction, a puppet in a madman's game. But the promise of power and survival was a strong one, and he clung to it even as the darkness closed in around him.
Futoria remained silent beside him, her own thoughts a mystery. But Eren could see the weight of their actions reflected in her eyes, the same burden that he now carried.
When they finally reached Titus, he was waiting, as always, with that cruel smile on his lips.
"The council is no more," Eren reported, his voice steady despite the storm inside him.
"Good," Titus said, his tone dripping with satisfaction. "You've done well. The enclave is ours, and soon, the world will follow."
Eren and Futoria stood before him, their fates sealed by the blood they had spilled. The civilization they had once known was finished, and they were now the architects of the new order Titus sought to create. But as the fires of the enclave burned behind them, the question remained—how long would they remain in control, and how long before Titus's vision consumed them as well?