Selene's gaze lingered on the spot where Eren had stood moments before, her silver eyes narrowing with an intensity that rivaled the arena's earlier tension. Her delicate jaw tightened, and a faint tremor ran through her clenched fists. She remained motionless, her posture rigid, as though her body were rooted to the spot by the weight of her thoughts.
Her lips pressed into a thin line, and her shoulders lifted subtly with a deep, controlled inhale. The noise of the arena faded into the background—a dull roar compared to the thunderous determination building within her. Every fiber of her being seemed to vibrate with an unspoken promise.
Eren's performance had stirred something deep within her. Fear? No. Awe? Perhaps. But above all, it was a challenge—a call to arms for her own spirit. Her fingers twitched at her sides before curling into fists so tight her knuckles turned white.
