Ten pairs of red eyes and two gorillas behind him and zero mana and a body running on fumes.
Eren stood in the wyvern feeding hall with dried blood under his bare feet and goblin filth crusted across every inch of his skin and thought about his options.
There weren't many as the wyverns were watching him the way his old cat used to watch a moth that flew into their living room, with lazy amusement and absolute confidence that this situation had only one possible ending.
He hated that feeling.
Not the fear-no this wasn't a fear.
For fear, he did gotten used to over the last month. Getting chased by all kinds of things taught him well.
What he hated was the dismissal and mockery. The casual certainty in those red eyes that he didn't matter. That he was entertainment at best and a snack at worst.
His old boss used to look at him the same way. His ex-girlfriend's father had that same expression every time Eren walked into the room.
Not anymore.
