Sleep claimed Eren despite his resistance. The strange energy of the obsidian chamber had seeped into his bones, lulling him into a deep slumber filled with fragmented visions—faces he didn't recognize, battles he'd never fought, and powers he'd never wielded. In these dreams, he felt the fourteen elements dancing just beyond his reach, echoing the sensations he'd experienced during the TUNA rituals with Elena and Maria.
A ripple disturbed the surface of his consciousness. Unlike normal dreams that floated and shifted, this disturbance had purpose—intention. The sterile whiteness of their prison faded, replaced by a forest clearing bathed in moonlight. Trees with silver bark rose around him, their leaves whispering secrets in a language just beyond his understanding. The air felt different here—alive with possibilities, charged with ancient power that thrummed against his skin.
