CHAPTER 60: NO WORDS

The sun of Barovik did not rise. It leaked.

The morning light streamed across the rooftops like a truth no one wanted to see—yellowed, dirty, too late. And yet, everyone was there. Gathered around the Central Square, surrounding what remained of the statue of Eldros, now reduced to a cracked, headless torso.

Eren stood on the steps of the Order’s ancient altar. The marble burned beneath his boots, his hands clasped behind his back. Behind him, Kaela, Morwynn, Nyssa, and Sylha occupied the four cardinal points of chaos, motionless, as if forming the vertices of a new world about to be born.

And kneeling in front, wrapped in weakened runic chains, was Hagan.

Without the ritual robe. Without the blind crown. Just skin covered with sacred scars and the lost gaze of a man who did not know where he had buried his own soul.

The crowd did not speak.

They did not need to.

Mana mirrors floated in the air, recording everything. The secret guild The Core watched in real time. Citizens trembled in silence. Former acolytes of the Order hid behind poles, walls, veils of shame. No one dared to interrupt.

Eren sighed. He didn’t like having to say grandiose things to such a large audience. He could do it, in fact, but he always got fed up when he had to.

But Eren spoke anyway, so maybe he would gain some reputation.

"Look closely."

The voice was not loud. But it carried a different timbre—dense, resonant, almost physical. The kind of voice that makes your neck obey even before your mind processes it.

"This man..." Eren walked slowly around Hagan. "He tried to kill your emotions. He tried to replace love with regret. Bond with obedience. Desire... with punishment."

Hagan didn’t move.

"He created a world where people who disagree with him must die."

Eren stopped in front of him.

"And he lost."

The crowd shuddered. Some began to cry without understanding why.

"But do you know what’s worse than losing?" Eren crouched down, coming face to face with the former leader of the faith. "Being forgotten."

Hagan closed his eyes.

"I... was faithful..."

"No." Eren stood up. "You were useful. But the world no longer needs you."

He turned to the crowd, arms open.

"Hagan is alive. Not because he deserves it. But because he needs to feel the emptiness he caused. He needs to carry the burden of knowing that no one believes in him anymore. Not even the gods."

Sylha applauded theatrically.

Kaela growled impatiently.

Nyssa trembled.

Morwynn watched in absolute silence.

And then, someone tried to interfere.

"This... this is a charade!"

The voice was sharp, arrogant, euphoria trying to disguise panic.

A female figure emerged from the back of the crowd. She was dressed like a sacred servant, but there was something very wrong with her exaggerated posture, her sparkling eyes, her delicately false presence.

Hagan’s fairy.

She tried to invoke a rune. A spell of narrative manipulation. But Sylha, already floating beside her without being called, stretched out a finger as if to touch a dirty mirror.

"It’s broken, love."

The fairy’s enchantment shattered. The illusion fell.

The wings she had hidden so carefully were revealed to be partially torn, and the glow on her skin faded. She looked around, trying to appeal to the audience, but everyone could now see the truth: an emotional spy, an infiltrator of faith, now exposed.

Morwynn was the one who approached her this time.

"I like well-told lies," she said, pulling on a strand of black web. "But yours... they have no rhythm."

She caught the strand on one of her wings and pulled. Not hard enough to tear it out. Just to make it clear that she could.

The fairy fell to her knees, her eyes wide with terror, staring at Eren.

"I... was used..."

"Really?" Eren retorted. "Since I got here, I’ve been used. Misclassified. Underestimated. And look where I am now."

He turned to the crowd again.

"Today, I’m founding my own guild. No dogma. No shackles. No veil over our eyes."

The four approached, gathering behind him. They formed more than a group—they formed a symbol.

Eren smiled.

"We won’t ask for blessings. We will hunt. We will dominate. We will build the world that was denied us."

He raised his hand.

"And that world... will bow down to those who understand the desire of beasts."

The system reacted.

[Public Record Activated: Guild Foundation Recognized]

[Guild Name: Undefined]

[Leader: Eren Vale — Anomalous Tamer | Rank D]

[Registered Members: 4 (Stable Bonds)]

[Status: Transmission Successfully Completed]

The people began to applaud. Not out of obligation. But out of catharsis.

And the fairy, cowering in the corner, was ignored.

Hagan... fainted from shame.

Eren slowly descended the steps.

Kaela snapped her fingers.

Nyssa cried discreetly.

Sylha danced in the air as if playing an invisible violin.

Morwynn wiped the dust from her own elegance.

And together... they left behind the altar of liars. At least, the others, for they themselves were liars. As soon as Eren was out of sight, he turned to smoke.

Sylha giggled. The real Eren was behind the stage. And he looked very proud.

"Good job."

Eren now descended the stairs and walked to the middle of the square. The citizens made way for him. No one dared to touch him. No one knew what he was now.

Only that he was more.

The system reacted again:

[High Tamer Level]

[Rank E → Rank D]

[Recognized Progression: Non-linear]

[+10 Lasso Control]

[+5 Empathy]

[+1 Secret Ability Unlocked]

[Additional Evolution Route Unlocked: Tamer of the Lost Order]

Eren’s aura fluctuated. Invisible to the naked eye. But not to creatures.

Kaela shuddered. Her amber eyes fixed on him as if they saw something new—a consolidated alpha.

Nyssa took half a step back, then moved closer. As if she felt the need for contact. To be inside him. The smell. The pulse. It was addictive.

Morwynn leaned forward, studying him as if she had to redraw him in her mind. There was symmetry there. But also elegant imbalance. More desirable now.

Sylha... smiled.

"Hmmm... now you look like a printed desire. A warning with taste. A truth that sends shivers down your spine."

Eren just inhaled.

"Thanks to your speech."

The whole city seemed to breathe with him.

[Tamer Status: Expanded Influence]

[Passive Effects: Intimidating Presence | Spiritual Attractiveness | Reverse Bond Activated]

Eren raised his eyes to the horizon.

The system no longer seemed like an enemy.

It seemed like an extension.

"We’re going to get out of here," he said at last. "We’re going where the realms intersect. Where monsters and men coexist. Where instinct doesn’t have to apologize."

Kaela nodded.

Nyssa glowed softly.

Morwynn simply said:

"Time to sew new worlds."

And Sylha laughed:

"New state, new scenes, new chaos!"

Eren spoke to his companions.

"The best option now is to set up a guild."

[Set Course: Borders of the Free State]

[Next Destination: Domain of the Ancient Races]

[Expanded System – New Bond Rules Activated Outside the Human Domain]

The world was changing.

And this time, Eren was ahead of the curve.

The world seemed to have held its breath.

The city still whispered in ruins, but there were no more screams. There were no flames. Just a new, heavy silence—the kind of silence that comes after a revolution that no one quite understood, but that changed everything.

Eren sat on the ruined roof of the temple he himself had desecrated with the truth. Above, the frayed clouds revealed a sickly beautiful sky, and below him, Barovik was reorganizing itself like a wounded body trying to get up.

He was not alone.

Kaela, Nyssa, Morwynn, and Sylha were there — close, but not lined up as before. There was something loose between them. Something that seemed more... animalistic. Or too intimate to follow the old hierarchy.

The system, as if it had been waiting for the end of the show, finally notified:

[High Tamer Level]

[Rank E → Rank D]

[New bond routes unlocked]

[Bonus for non-linear progress: +10 Lasso Control | +5 Empathy]

[New Secret Ability Unlocked]

Eren didn’t react immediately.

But his body did.

There was an internal pulsation, as if his bones wanted to crack, as if his muscles were trying to adjust to a new center of gravity. His skin itched. His senses exploded.

The aura that surrounded Eren now was not just magical. It was olfactory, visual, tactile—an invisible mist that spread around him like an exposed instinct, a magnetism that defied logic.

Kaela sniffed the air. Her amber eyes half-closed. Pupils dilated. Her jaw locked as if she were about to attack, or give in.

"You... no longer stink of flesh and stubbornness." She growled softly. "You smell like... a mature predator."

Nyssa said nothing.

She simply slid toward him, as if the floor were liquid, and clung to his leg, then his torso, and finally his chest, trembling, like a flower trying to bury itself in the sun.

"Eren... Eren... Eren..." she whispered, like a small, repeated mantra.

He slowly ran his hand over her gelatinous head, feeling the emotions flow through the Runic Belt of Bonding. It was a mixture of desire, security, and... voluntary submission.

Morwynn did not approach him immediately.

She circled him, dancing silently, like a spider about to envelop a prey she herself had created. Her black eyes analyzed every change in his body—the way his shoulders now weighed more, the subtle tilt of his head, his new, deeper gaze.

"You’re... disproportionate," she said, almost offended. "Before, there was a trace of doubt in you. Now... there’s a trace of command."

She ran a finger along his jaw.

"I wonder if it’s still you... or if you’re the version you always hid."

Sylha floated above, lying on her back in the air as if she were on an imaginary cloud. Her hair flew loose, and her eyes sparkled with that playful insanity that made it seem like she knew too much.

"You stink of destiny now," she whispered. "The crossroads between what can be and what no one has the courage to touch."

She spun in the air.

"If I were alive, Erenzinho... I would have died of lust."

Eren didn’t care about anything they were saying; he was thinking about his next move.

He just looked at all of them. An axis from which the bonds originated—alive, dense, intricate, closer than any power structure could understand.

The system didn’t say that.

But the bodies knew.

Kaela approached first. She knelt beside him, but not as a warrior. As a loyal beast. Her eyes didn’t demand order — they demanded contact.

"Then command us properly," she murmured. "Because if you hesitate... I’ll devour you myself."

Nyssa didn’t let go.

Morwynn sat on the other side, resting her chin in her hands.

"That’s the true scent of leadership. Not that of the crown... that of the flesh that bled for everyone."

Sylha sat behind him, crossing her legs like a little girl playing spirit.

"The world tried to erase you, sweetie." But now... it will have to be rewritten around you.

Eren looked at the horizon.

Smoke rose slowly from the destroyed temples. Dawn was finally breaking. The clouds were clearing.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

He felt everything.

The four around him. The bonds pulsing. The system shaking.

[Affirmation Accepted]

[Total Bond Synchronized: 4 Creatures]

[Current Status: Tamer – Singular Route Activated]

[Emerging Passive Effect: Improper Presence – Hostile monsters hesitate to attack by instinct]

The group remained there.

No words were needed.