The White Raven Island. Labh Salem.
Eren's eyes fluttered open slowly.
His lashes trembled for a second before his vision returned, blurry at first and then gradually clearing.
The sky above him was a soft twilight hue, painted in gentle blues and fading golds. A warm breeze brushed against his face.
He was back. Back on the rooftop of the watchtower-like building at the heart of White Raven Island's growing city.
The tower had been reconstructed recently, its dark stone walls glimmering faintly with runes for defense and surveillance.
'How long was I out this time?'
He asked himself and looked around.
Below him, the city buzzed with life. Streets bustled with workers, merchants, pirates-turned-guards, and settlers trying to claim their place in the new order.
But Eren barely registered any of that. Because in the next moment, his heartbeats grew rapidly. It was as if a delayed shock response of a huge tremor that had its origins somewhere far far away.
