It was not like Shir didn't do anything as he watched God Raashim being targeted by Eren on his very first in person visit to Labh Salem.
He did some obviously important things.
Like laughing at Eren for his foolishness.
But even as he laughed in his mind, something inside him screamed.
Run.
Get away.
That voice—his subconscious—roared in panic, overriding everything else.
And then it happened.
The world changed.
Blood-red flowers bloomed from the cracks in the ground. Skeletons rose, twisting into shapes that made no sense. Skulls broke through the stone like seeds breaking through soil. The altar seemed to vanish, replaced by a barren land filled with death and decay.
Winds colder than any he had ever felt howled through the scene. They smelled of sins and grief. The sky twisted into twilight. A blood moon rose behind heavy clouds dyed in dark crimson.
The stars above went out, one by one.
