11. Welcome To The New World

We have to live," Eren said, his voice hollow. With a resigned determination, he and Futoria began to dine on their commander, their actions driven by the primal instinct to survive.

Titus watched with a twisted smile, his plan unfolding perfectly. As he stood amidst the carnage, he knew this was just the beginning. The enclave was his, and soon, the world would follow. "Ah, the sweet taste of betrayal and survival," Titus mused. "Welcome to your new reality."

Armon's screams of pain and betrayal echoed through the cell block, mingling with the roars of the spider titans and the laughter of Titus. 

"Now, Eren and Futoria, would you like to rejoice with your commander as the lead commanders of my army?" Titus's voice dripped with a mix of sinister charm and absolute authority. His eyes gleamed with a cold, malevolent light as he surveyed the two Titans before him.

Eren and Futoria, still trembling from their horrendous act of survival, gulped in fear. The weight of their betrayal hung heavy in the air, their hearts pounding with a mixture of dread and regret. They glanced at each other, a silent plea for reassurance passing between them. The horror of devouring their commander to save their own lives left them teetering on the edge of despair.

Eren's voice wavered as he spoke, his usually fierce demeanor now overshadowed by a palpable fear. "And if we refuse?" he asked, though he already knew the answer.

Titus chuckled, a dark, mirthless sound. "Oh, my dear Eren, refusal isn't an option. But let me ease your minds," he said, stepping closer to them. His presence was overwhelming, a force of nature that seemed to bend reality around him. "I assure you, I will allow you to live happily. All you have to do is fight for my cause when I call upon you, and in return, I will shower you with the world's best strength."

Futoria's eyes were wide, her breath shallow. The promise of strength, the lure of power—it was intoxicating. But the guilt gnawed at her, the image of Armon's final moments seared into her mind. "And if we agree, what happens to us?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Titus smiled, a cruel twist of his lips. "You will become my generals, leading my forces to reshape this world. You will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams. Power, strength, and the assurance of your survival in the new order I create."

The temptation was overwhelming. The thought of rising above their current state, of gaining power and security in a world descending into chaos, was almost too enticing to resist. But the memory of Armon's sacrifice lingered, a haunting reminder of what they had lost and the path they were now considering.

Eren looked at Futoria, his resolve hardening. "We'll fight for you," he said, the words tasting bitter on his tongue. "But promise us that our loyalty will be rewarded, and our families will be safe."

Titus nodded, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Of course, Eren. Your loyalty will not go unrewarded. Together, we will forge a new world, one where those who stand with me will reign supreme."

Futoria's voice trembled, but there was a steely edge to her tone. "We will fight for you, Titus. But know this—if you betray us, we will ensure you fall."

Titus laughed, the sound echoing off the walls. "Oh, Futoria, you amuse me. Betrayal is not in my plans. As long as you serve me faithfully, you have nothing to fear. Now, prepare yourselves. There is much work to be done, and the world will soon tremble before our might."

Eren and Futoria exchanged one last look, their fate sealed. They had made their choice, a choice born of desperation and the promise of power. The enclave had fallen, and with it, their former lives. Now, they would rise as generals in Titus's army, their path set towards a dark and uncertain future.

"Your first mission," Titus commanded, his voice echoing with a chilling finality, "is to kill all of the nobles. Report to me once the massacre is over. Anyone suspecting anything, you must kill without hesitation. Disregard your past lives here, for we shall ascend past the heavens."

Eren and Futoria nodded, the weight of their task heavy on their shoulders. The enclave was still reeling from the chaos unleashed by Titus's arachnid minions, and now it was their turn to further the destruction. The memory of Armon's sacrifice was a fresh wound, but it fueled their resolve to survive and rise in this new order.

Eren, his Titan form towering over the landscape, led the way with Futoria by his side. Their mission was clear, and the path before them was drenched in the promise of blood and power.

They moved swiftly, their Titan forms making short work of the distance between the prison and the noble district. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over the enclave. The once-proud structures of the noble district loomed ahead, their grandeur now a symbol of the old order that Titus sought to destroy.

The first noble house they encountered was a sprawling mansion, its opulent façade betraying the wealth and power of its inhabitants. Without a moment's hesitation, Eren raised his massive fist and brought it crashing down onto the roof, shattering it with a deafening roar. Screams erupted from within as the occupants scrambled to escape the sudden onslaught.

Futoria followed, her Titan form agile and deadly. She ripped through the walls, her eyes cold and unfeeling as she sought out the nobles. The terrified screams of the inhabitants only spurred her on. She remembered Titus's words: "Anyone suspecting anything, you must kill without hesitation."

A noblewoman, clutching a young child, stumbled into Futoria's path. The woman's eyes were wide with fear, but there was a defiance in her gaze. "Please, spare us!" she pleaded, tears streaming down her face. "We've done nothing wrong!"

Futoria hesitated for the briefest moment, the child's innocent eyes piercing through her resolve. But then she remembered Titus's command, the promise of power and survival. Without a word, she brought her hand down, silencing their pleas forever.

Eren continued his rampage, tearing through the noble district with a ferocity that left no room for mercy. He crushed buildings, ripped apart walls, and obliterated anyone who dared to stand in his way. The nobles, once proud and untouchable, were now reduced to fleeing prey, their status and power meaningless in the face of the Titans' wrath.

Hours passed in a blur of violence and bloodshed. The noble district was transformed into a scene of utter devastation, the once-grand homes reduced to rubble. Eren and Futoria stood amidst the carnage, their Titan forms stained with the blood of their enemies. They had completed their mission, but the weight of their actions hung heavy in the air.

As the first light of dawn began to break, they reverted to their human forms and made their way back to the prison. The memories of the massacre were etched into their minds, a testament to the new path they had chosen. They had cast aside their old lives, their old selves, and embraced the darkness that Titus had offered.

Returning to the prison, they found Titus waiting for them, a smile of satisfaction playing on his lips. "It is done," Eren reported, his voice steady despite the turmoil within him. "The nobles are dead, and the district is in ruins."

"Excellent," Titus replied, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You have done well, both of you. The old order is crumbling, and from its ashes, we shall rise."

Futoria stepped forward, her voice filled with determination. "What is our next task, Titus? We are ready to serve."

Titus regarded them both with a mixture of pride and ambition. "Your next task will be revealed in due time. For now, rest and prepare. The world is on the brink of change, and we must be ready to seize it."

Eren and Futoria nodded, their resolve unwavering. They had committed themselves to Titus's cause, and there was no turning back. The enclave, and soon the world, would tremble before their might.