Beside him, Zeke looked older than his years, his shoulders burdened by the weight of a "mercy" he believed was the only way out.
The light flared, blindingly white, as the brothers' paths finally diverged for the last time, leaving only the echoing roar of a freedom that would cost everything. To help me expand this story, you could tell me: 2960x2688 Eren and Zeke by Fawzy Nahwi HD Wallp...
Should the focus be on their or the final battle ? Beside him, Zeke looked older than his years,
The Paths were silent, a desert of infinite white sand stretching under a sky swirling with the Aurora of the Founder. Eren stood still, his eyes hardened like flint, staring at the translucent coordinate that connected every Eldian life. The Paths were silent, a desert of infinite
"It’s beautiful, in a way," Zeke whispered, gesturing to the shimmering tree of light. "The end of a tragedy that has lasted two thousand years."
"I was born into this world," Eren countered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "And because I was born, I have the right to be free. Not just to fade away."