Erwin’s voice barely cuts through the chaos. “Fall back! Protect the horses!”
But it’s too late. The Titans aren't wandering. They are herded. Driven by the Beast, whose long arms gesture from the ridge like a conductor leading an orchestra of teeth. attack on survey corps save
Eren is pinned. Not by a Titan, but by a choice. Transform and burn the last of his strength? Or watch his squad be devoured? Erwin’s voice barely cuts through the chaos
Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy. attack on survey corps save