Witchcraft

Eren and Reen exchanged a few words, but in reality, their connection transcended language. The mere sight of each other spoke volumes.

Eren offered a fleeting smile to Reen and nodded courteously at Eliza before severing the communication link. The moment he did, his expression changed drastically. His face contorted with a seething mix of hatred and anger, his aura manifesting in elemental storms, a reflection of his bloodthirsty Individuality.

"Fuck that old hag," Eren muttered, his voice dripping with frustration and rage. While part of his anger was directed at Sage Eliza for what Reen had endured, a deeper resentment smoldered within him. He loathed being a tool in someone else's grand design.

Naturally, the composed facade he'd maintained during his talks with Eliza was a mask. It concealed his vulnerability from the sole scion of the House Samael. Eren clenched his fists, teeth grinding, and his eyes red, a tempest of emotions raging within him.