บท 189: Pale One

The spirit's voice trembled, the faint light of its ethereal form flickering as it spoke. "The voice… it was deep, smooth… cold as ice. Male, I think. No accent, but there was a weight to his words, like… like they could crush you without raising his tone." It shivered, as if reliving the memory of the unseen presence. "He called himself… the Pale One."

Eren's expression darkened, his sunken eyes narrowing. He straightened, his skeletal frame casting an elongated shadow that seemed to stretch unnaturally in the dim light. "The Pale One," he repeated, his voice low, almost a growl. "Did he give you anything else? A symbol, a token?"

The spirit hesitated, its form flickering once more. "A coin," it said finally. "Silver, marked with a skull on one side and a pair of scales on the other. We… we didn't question it."

Eren extended his hand, palm up, his skeletal fingers splayed. "Show me," he commanded, his tone absolute.