God Raashim's eyes widened when he saw Shir vanish into thin air.
He didn't need to guess—he felt the strange spatial disturbance clearly this time.
Unlike earlier, when Eren had sneaked up on him without warning, Raashim had been paying attention now. Still, he hadn't expected this.
He traced the movement. A space-element technique had been used. Crude and unrefined in his eyes. Yet effective.
The Spatial Anchor that Eren had placed inside Shir's chest hadn't been used to pull someone in this time. Instead, the anchor itself had been yanked—sent away, redirected to a different holder.
In Raashim's view, it was a primitive way to manipulate space. Simple. Rough. Almost laughable. But it worked and that's what made it dangerous.
Because now, with Shir gone, Raashim had no immediate way of freeing himself from Eren's grip. How could he take over Shir's body now that he was not here with him?
What happened next made things even worse.
A figure jumped back onto the altar.
