Eren knelt on the scorched earth of the Warzone Arena, his once-proud head bowed, his fingers digging into the dirt as if trying to cling to the last remnants of his shattered pride. The holy light of his family's legendary sword, which lay discarded beside him, had dimmed to a pathetic flicker—a mirror of the fire that had just been extinguished in his eyes. Tears, hot and humiliating, fell freely from his eyes, carving clean streaks through the dust and blood that stained his face. He was no longer a prince, no longer a warrior. He was just a broken boy.