Eren stood silently at the edge of the altar, the last words of his speech still lingering in the air.
Below him, the crowd was caught in a storm of thoughts. Some looked at each other. Some lowered their heads.
Others stared at the ground as if the answer would rise out of it. None of them had moved yet. None had stepped forward to swear allegiance.
But no one had walked away either.
"Still thinking, huh?" Eren muttered to himself, his voice low and amused.
Then, shrugging to himself, he pulled out something from his storage. A thin, palm-sized circular object—simple looking, but filled with layers of magic.
The Modified Mandrake Array Disk.
It had taken a long time to refine. Eren had learned from many—Minerva's woodland magic, Rey Remus' creature summoning, Goro Remus' necromancy.
The butcher had fused everything into one deadly, multi-elemental tool. A disk that turned death into something useful.
