Eren pushed open the heavy door, its ancient hinges moving silently despite their obvious age. The chamber beyond was unlike any he had encountered in the fortress. Where the other rooms had been decorated with tapestries and ornate carvings, this space was austere, almost minimalist in its design. Soft light emanated from crystals embedded in the walls, casting everything in a gentle, ethereal glow.
The room was spacious but sparsely furnished. A simple wooden table sat in the center, surrounded by a few chairs. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes that looked both ancient and well-maintained. The air itself felt different here – cleaner, charged with an energy that made his skin tingle.
And there, standing near the far window with her back to him, was Number One.
