Aftermath

"Well well well, if it isn't Amaranth Liddell." Mira Frost said as she drifted through the void, seeing Liddell come into existence in front of her.

"W-who are you?" Liddell asked, as she looked around. "Where am I?"

"The Corpse King. Fleet Admiral Mira Frost." Mira replied, saluting Liddell. "Tell me how you ended up in my realm, a place not even I can reach."

"She tore me apart." Liddell replied. "Like a frenzied shark smelling blood."

"Ah, the Great Hunter." Mira said with a laugh. "The Unwilling God's secret. How about you explain that?"

Mira pointed behind Liddell, who turned around and was startled to see Port Nautitus floating in the void, complete with its harbour, which was draining off the sides into the abyss but didn't seem to be emptying.

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"I need some time alone."  Eigengrau said, as she observed the sea slowly filling the crater that once held a city. "This was the best possible bad ending, and I hate it."

Vordea quietly watched as Eigengrau walked into the sea until her head was below the waves, before turning around.

"We're not going to see her for years." Vordea said, a sad look on her face. "Eigen's always struggled with depression, but this defeat is a new low for her."

"Depression? Really?" Zalas asked.

"She never wanted to be a God." Xellma said. "It makes sense."

"Just how many Gods are broken?" Sargon asked, sighing.

"All of you." Eren answered, making his presence known at last, appearing as a glowing ball of light. "Eigengrau the Shark is merely the most obviously broken."

"Eren. What's the occasion?" Vordea asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Somebody has to fix this temporal mess." Eren replied, pulsating.