Fey was still conscious, but pain had already overwhelmed him to the point that his body was still trembling.
His clothes were stained red in blood but there was not a single wound left on his body anymore. All his wounds had been healed. Despite that, he couldn't move. Just the thought of the horror he went through was enough to make him wish for death.
"I will handle the rest. You can leave," Eren told the Wind Tower Master.
The Wind Tower Master looked at the person who used to be her son, her motherly instincts unable to come to terms with the fact that her son had long been dead.
"Can you..." she tried speaking, slightly hesitant.
"I will leave his body intact. Even though your son is dead, he will deserve a proper burial," Eren told the Wind Tower Master before she could even finish her sentence.