The Festival in Jura (2)

The carriage rattled along the uneven road as the group made their way toward the city of Jura. The landscape outside featured a mix of dense forests and open plains, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun. Eren sat by the window, his gaze fixed on the passing scenery, lost in thought.

He couldn't shake off the words Elric had spoken earlier about what his sword represented. Eren's thoughts kept circling back to the question: What was his sword? What drove him to wield it? Elric's answer had been so clear—flames that could melt anything. It was a profound statement that had left a lasting impression on Eren.

As he pondered, Eren's attention shifted to Elric, who was seated opposite him. The sun's rays cast a warm glow on Elric's face, highlighting the confidence and serenity he exuded. Eren watched in awe as Elric's hand rested casually on the hilt of his sword, the very embodiment of his purpose.

'Flames that could melt anything….', Eren thought in daze.