Aden walked steadily down the newly laid cobblestone path, his eyes searching while a storm of thoughts swirled within. To him, the weight of this task was equal to the dilemma of his dual-cultivation or the slow erosion of his humanity.
This mission surpassed the danger of defying Saintesses or evading the gaze of unseen entities.
It required him to travel to the very depths of the market, navigate the treacherous currents of fluctuating prices, and return with the spoils of war to prepare a home-cooked meal.
Reiner and Armin had finally stirred, roused by Lorelei's lingering influence, while Eren had regained consciousness naturally. By Aden's count, they had been adrift in sleep for nearly a week. As a result, their metabolisms were operating at a frenzied pace, Eren, predictably, was the hungriest of them all.
