Fight Me
Eren stood still, the storm of shadows and spectral figures coiling around him like serpents. His once hesitant presence now exuded an unshakable authority, a predator surveying its prey. He glanced over his shoulder at Selene, who was still braced behind her mana-infused barrier. His lips curled into a faint smile, but his pale, glowing eyes radiated cold determination.
"It's my turn," he said, his voice carrying an eerie calm that contrasted sharply with the crackling tension of the battlefield. The shadows around him pulsed, almost as if they were alive, feeding off his newfound resolve.
Selene's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of something unspoken crossed her violet eyes—concern, perhaps, or curiosity. Her grip on the barrier relaxed slightly as if she were testing his words. Finally, she nodded, stepping back with an almost imperceptible sigh. "Don't lose yourself," she murmured, more to herself than to him.