At Malrik's announcement, all the Velari—Orven Draven and King Vale included—stared wide-eyed at Eren's huge frame. Hearts that had been filled with anger a moment before grew steady, giving way to shock and surprise.
"Where is she now? My daughter." Amid the stunned silence, Orven Draven stepped forward on shaky legs, his eyes searching for the small figure he treasured.
This time, Eren answered, a gentle smile on his face. "Do not worry. She is well." Then he took the radio from his pocket, pressed the button, and spoke in his language. "I think the stage is ready for your entry."
With that, a low hum rolled over the field, ringing in every ear and raising gooseflesh on every arm, while a colossal body of black metal began to glide down from the sky, drawing every gaze upward in awe and shock.
"What is that…" The sight of the gigantic figure stirred a primal fear inside everyone.
