"Opfer, nein, wir sind die Jäger."
Eren's gear hooked into a rafter. He swung high, higher than anyone else, until the battlefield looked like a game of chess made of meat and mud.
Then the next titan was already there. And the next. And the next.
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Beside him, Mikasa adjusted her white scarf, her dark eyes fixed on the horizon. "Don't run ahead this time," she said quietly.
Behind them, Armin clutched a weathered book to his chest—the one with faded diagrams of saltwater and burning seas. If we survive this, he thought, I'll finally see them.
And the hunt continued.
Somewhere in the chaos, Armin whispered to himself: "A world of fire and ice. It has to be real."
Their eyes met.
Levi didn't wait for the rest of the order. He was already gone—a blur of green cloak and silver steel, slicing through the first wave of 3-meter class titans before they could even turn their vacant smiles toward the formation. "Opfer, nein, wir sind die Jäger
Connie nearly got snatched. Sasha pulled him up by his hood at the last second. Jean cursed both of them while bisecting a quadrupedal type that had crawled too close.
"Next time," Eren breathed, steam curling from his lips. "I'll find out what you are."
He thought of his mother, arms pinned beneath the fallen beam. Of Hannes, drunk and useless, unable to lift a spear. Of the colossal titan's bald, steaming head peering over the wall like a demon sun. And the next
The words didn't come from anyone's mouth. They rose from the air itself, from the vibration of thousands of ODM gears locking into place, from the clench of fists around triggers.
Commander Erwin raised his blade. "Humanity's fate hinges on this moment. Forward—!"