Paradis had achieved its so-called freedom, but at what cost? Eren Yeager's dream had become a nightmare, his final vision a paradox—he had wanted to save his friends, but had left them in a world that now despised them more than ever. The Yeagerists, once the dominant force, were fractured, some clinging to the vision of Eldian supremacy, others lost in the wake of their fallen leader.
The Founding Titan was gone. The Titan curse was gone. But so was the shield that had protected them from the outside world. Now, there was only uncertainty.
Armin Arlert carried the burden of diplomacy, shouldering the impossible task of trying to reach out to what remained beyond the island. Yet every envoy sent across the sea found only silence or hostility. Those who survived the Rumbling saw only demons when they looked at Eldians, no matter their pleas for peace. And within their own walls, Paradis was crumbling under the weight of its past.
Historia Reiss, now more of a symbol than a ruler, sat on a fragile throne. Jean Kirstein and Connie Springer struggled to hold what little order remained, while Mikasa Ackerman, lost in grief, withdrew from politics altogether, haunted by Eren's last words.
Without a Founding Titan, without the specter of Marley breathing down their necks, Paradis had won—but it was victory in a wasteland, a kingdom of ghosts with no clear future.