Eren's steely gaze locked onto Lucien, his deep, resonant voice cutting through the tense air of the arena like a knife. "I don't know the full extent of my powers," he declared, his tone calm but carrying an undercurrent of something dark and primal. "But I do know it has to do with death. So, if anything were to happen to you—mistakenly—I can't be held accountable for that."
He tilted his head slightly, his piercing eyes sweeping the crowd. It was a deliberate move, more for their benefit than Lucien's. Gasps rippled through the stands, the sound of collective unease growing like an oncoming storm. Whispers broke out among the spectators as they stared at Eren as though he were some kind of monster, a living embodiment of fear wrapped in human skin.
Kael's voice rang out from the crowd, a jeering interruption. "Bragger!" She shouted, her tone dripping with disdain. "You're just showing off because you've awakened your magic!"
