"Who… who the hell are you?"
Rhea Bloodweaver, her body battered and broken, gazed wearily at Eren as he approached. The wounds inflicted upon her were severe, her Expert rank mana barely managing to staunch the blood flow and stabilize her condition. She felt the weight of her own vulnerability, realizing that she had little strength left to resist.
Eren's assault had been relentless, nearly severing her limb, puncturing her repeatedly, and leaving her with a myriad of deep lacerations. She had come to a stark realization during their brief four-second clash - if Eren had desired, he could have easily ended her life. The magnitude of his power was evident, and it sent a chilling realization coursing through her veins.
