"Alayne…" Eren sighed as he moved through the circle of tents.
The camp was vast—far larger than he had imagined. Rows upon rows stretched before him, hundreds, perhaps thousands, too many to count. Some tents gaped open, flaps left untied, revealing soldiers sprawled in sleep, while others stood empty.
He kept walking, the dusty soil crunching under his boots, colors flashing past—red, blue, green—each hue marked with a meaning he did not know, as he finally neared the camp's outer rim.
At the far edge where Bavrik had told him to go, only one white tent should stand alone—marked with a cross.
Eren moved through the rows, eyes darting from soldier to soldier, though his mind held only one name. Alayne. His breath hitched—he knew she was here somewhere, but where?
"Here…?" he murmured, scanning the blur of tents and bodies, seeing nothing clearly, every thought narrowed to finding her—what came after, he didn't know yet.
