Eren's brow furrowed, his dark eyes burning with a mixture of confusion and anger as he absorbed Adams' words. The weight of the revelation sank into him like a cold stone, but his resolve only hardened. His grip on the obsidian shard remained tight, knuckles white, as though he was trying to hold onto the last remnants of his sanity. "How?" he asked, his voice low, demanding the truth, despite the creeping doubt gnawing at the edge of his thoughts.
Adams' golden eyes gleamed with an unsettling, almost paternal amusement. His smile deepened, serene yet chilling, as he leaned slightly forward in his glowing throne. The ethereal light surrounding him shimmered, his entire being radiating an aura that seemed to bend the very fabric of reality around him. "How..." Adams mused, as if savoring the moment. His words slipped from his lips with calculated precision, each one wrapped in an undeniable truth. "Simple, Eren. I'm going to get rid of the false gods."
