The atmosphere had grown dense between them as time passed. Neither of them uttered a word since Alex's arrival. The only sounds they perceived were the children frolicking in the park and the chilly breeze that swept through the town. And then, like a sudden burst of illumination, an idea materialized in Alex's mind.
"You know... I was contemplating. We should consider acquiring a canine companion for you!" Alex suggested.
William blinked. "A dog?"
"Yeah! Dogs make everyone's lives better, my sister's got a dog, my grandma has a dog and they made them happy so I'm sure it'll do the same for you!" Alex expressed, hoping to persuade him.
A part of William remained uncertain about the notion, let alone the responsibility of caring for a pet. The last time William had a pet was when he was four years old and owned a goldfish. Unfortunately, his fish met a tragic fate when William briefly left it unattended to use the bathroom, only to return and discover that his neighbor's cat had devoured it whole. Those were distressing days that he had no desire to relive.
"I'm not sure," William replied.
"Pardon?" Alex gazed at William with a perplexed expression, while gently scratching his head. "Why is that so? Dogs are truly remarkable creatures, are they not?"
"Yeah, I know," William explained, as Alex rose from his seat and passed by him. "I just don't believe I am prepared for the level of responsibility that comes with owning one."
"Please, hold on a moment!" Alex hurriedly pursued him, halting his progress by gesturing with his hands. He reached into his pocket and extracted a card, placing it delicately onto William's open palm before closing it. "Here, take this," he said, before gracefully pivoting his body and proceeding in the opposite direction.
"W-What— Alex!" William turned to his shoulder watching Alex leave. "What is this!?"
"Get yourself a dog William! Trust me! It'll all be worth it!" Alex shouted without looking at him and kept walking straight.
William was alone once again. What was that all about? Why was Ben so eager for him to get a new pet; he doubted having a pet would somehow cheer him up let alone having a dog in his apartment. William looked down at the card he'd given him and read the logo.
Jeremy's Pet store.
There was an address on the card, this place is out of town and it's not too far from where he is. He let out a defeated sigh and shoved the card down in his pocket before heading off.
(ATTACK ON TITAN)
Reign Of Fire IV:
Mortar Shower
You shall serve as their savior, providing them with unwavering strength as a protective shield, and wielding your indomitable will as a formidable sword. Your resilience remains unyielding, for your battle is one that endures throughout eternity.
- Corrax Entry 5:22
(ATTACK ON TITAN)
Grisha Yeager and his family took refuge behind the wall within the entrance of the Homeless Center. The ambiance beyond appeared to be saturated with an expanse of screams from the populace, overwhelmed by the resounding roars of the gray abnormal titans. He cautiously glanced around the aforementioned entrance, just in time to witness an Ignited titan devouring a man who was screaming in terror. He quickly retreated behind the wall, delicately wiping the perspiration from his forehead. He turned to face his silent family and the two other individuals, whose presence evoked a sense of anguish when observed.
Carla remained silent, tightly embracing both Eren and Mikasa, her fear stemming from the possibility of one of them being seized by the monstrous beings causing chaos outside the edifice. Her head would involuntarily twitch in the direction of any auditory disturbance that reached her ears. Her expression was calm but fully alarmed of the situation they were in.
Eren and Mikasa, huddled near their mother, directed their gaze towards the ceiling upon perceiving the frenzied, muffled, high-pitched cries emanating from above. Their countenances displayed a combination of concern and alarm.
Armin and his grandfather stood behind the silent trio. Armin's grandfather remained composed, despite the piercing screams and thunderous roars of the titans echoing outside the building. His hand gently rested on Armin's shoulder, providing a steadying presence to prevent him from succumbing to uncontrollable trembling.
Armin found himself immobilized, his wide eyes fixated on the ceiling. His gaze darted from one sound to another, as if searching for solace. However, his attempts to maintain composure were futile, as he trembled incessantly, unable to find inner calm.
Grisha averted his gaze from them and directed his frown towards the ground. He had not anticipated that this day would unfold in such a manner. The original plan was for him and his family to depart from Shiganshina and relocate to Trost, where they would temporarily reside. Never in his wildest imagination did he envision Shiganshina falling victim to an assault by an unfamiliar adversary, accompanied by a novel breed of titans that he had never before encountered.
Grisha firmly pressed the side of his fist against the wall and released a deep breath. Of all the days for an unforeseen disturbance to arise, why did it have to transpire at this very moment? Furthermore, what was the nature of those titans lurking beyond the walls? They bore no resemblance to the ordinary titans he had previously observed.
In contrast to the typical abnormal titan, these newly emerged titans appear to be collaborating. Is it possible that one of them is a titan shifter, much like him? No, that cannot be the case. If it were so, their primary objective would have been to locate him, rather than mercilessly slaughter numerous innocent people. They would relentlessly scour every edifice and dwelling until they ultimately apprehended him.
Grisha clenched his teeth. In the event that an adversary from Marley happened to be among their ranks, he was well aware of what they would be in pursuit of: the coordinate. Grisha comprehended that anyone capable of manipulating titans would render them invincible. This further reinforces the imperative of preventing it from falling into enemy hands, specifically those of Marley.
Grisha understood that he and the others were presently engaged in a game of cat and mouse. They found themselves at the mercy of those ignited behemoths. However, Grisha also possessed the knowledge that they could not remain in this location indefinitely; it was entirely plausible that one of the ignited behemoths might be scouring this edifice, leading to their discovery.
With a lowered head, Grisha directed his unclenched hand towards his line of sight. Perhaps he could assume his titan form and eliminate one of them? No, he could not. Not in their presence—not in front of his loved ones. He internally reproached himself for even entertaining such an idea. He could flee and conceal himself somewhere, then transform, but how would he account for his sudden departure to Carla?
Moreover, where could he possibly find a suitable hiding place? If he failed to exercise caution, those behemoths might detect him and potentially ambush him, compelling him to transform and defend himself. This was a scenario that Grisha absolutely had to avoid.
"Darling?"
Grisha turned his head at the sound of his wife's voice. She gazed at him with a concerned countenance, one that stirred a profound sense of sorrow within Grisha.
"What do we do?" Inquired Carla, her eyes filled with hope.
Grisha briefly glanced to the ground before redirecting his gaze back to Carla.
"The gate is not too far from where we are, but there are still some titans around," Grisha said, trotting close to Carla and the kids. "Which means we'll have to get there without being seen by one of the titans. So, we'll quietly trot towards the gate while crouched; we can't risk making even an atom seed of noise, otherwise we'll be caught. Alright?"
Everyone nodded in unison.
Grisha nodded. "Alright… follow me. Stay low and move slowly."
Grisha and the others cautiously departed from the Homeless Center, their steps deliberate and measured. Fortunately, the towering monsters that usually loomed atop the rooftops were absent, allowing Grisha to confidently lead the way. Occasionally, they would halt their progress upon hearing the resounding thuds of an Ignited titan nearby, only to resume their journey once the coast was clear. The neighborhood was filled with frantic, high-pitched screams that pierced the air, creating an atmosphere of unease.
As they advanced, the group maneuvered around corners, deftly leaping over scattered boxes that obstructed their path. With each turn, they entered a new area, greeted by an overwhelming stench that permeated the air. The putrid odor, thick with the unmistakable scent of decay and rot, caused the group to suppress the urge to retch. However, they remained resolute, knowing that they only needed to navigate one more corner to reach their destination - the gate.
The group cautiously peered around the corner and their eyes fell upon the gate, a mere twenty feet away from their current position. A glimmer of hope flickered in each of their hearts, causing a subtle smile to form on their lips. It was a moment of relief, as they believed that their escape from this perilous situation was within reach.
A dark shadow cast itself over the group, causing Grisha to instinctively glance over his shoulder. He saw a colossal figure with feet that seemed to grip the earth with an otherworldly strength. His gaze traveled upwards, taking in the sight of the creature's muscular legs, its massive chest rising and falling with each breath, and its long arms adorned with five-fingered claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything in their path. Grisha's eyes continued their ascent, reaching the thick musculature of the creature's neck, settling upon the majestic mane that adorned its head.
Grisha's gaze ascended even further, he found himself staring at the behemoth's head, which towered an astonishing twenty feet in the air. The creature's jaws were tightly shut, emanating an aura of formidable power. The nostrils at the end of its nose flared open, accompanied by a deep rumbling snort that reverberated through the air. Its bloodshot eyes, filled with an intensity that seemed to pierce Grisha's very soul, locked onto his own.
The Ignited titan took a step forward.
The scene that lay before William evoked a flood of distressing memories, resurfacing in his mind with a force that was difficult to bear. His gauntlets clenched tightly into fists, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within him. Thankfully, his helmet concealed the intensity of his deepening glare from Ilse and the soldiers who stood beside him. William was acutely aware of the familiar surge of anger that coursed through his veins.
The last time he had experienced such fury was during his third encounter with the demons in his home world. The recollection of that horrific event was etched deeply in his consciousness. He could still vividly recall the sight of countless lives being mercilessly extinguished, one by one. The sound of bones cracking, the sickening rip of organs being torn apart, and the agonizing screams that pierced the air haunted his every thought. The pain of that memory gnawed at William's gut, a constant reminder of the horrors he had witnessed.
However, he was determined not to allow such a tragedy to befall the people before him. He swore to himself that he would do everything in his power to protect humanity in this world from a similar fate. All the more reason to rip and tear every last one of these titans, until it is done.
William, driven by his instincts, made a daring leap from the precipice. The wind whipped passed his ears as gravity forcefully pulled him downwards. However, his descent did not hinder him in the slightest, as the compensators integrated into his suit effectively mitigated any discomfort he might have experienced upon landing. With remarkable agility, he touched the ground with both feet, albeit the impact still brought him down to one knee.
The force of his landing reverberated through the earth, causing a network of cracks to form, resembling a spider's web. Gradually, William regained his composure and surveyed his surroundings with a discerning gaze. Positioned on the rooftops, two ignited titans stood ablaze, observing him from above. Smaller entities cautiously peered at him from the corners. In total, he counted four of these creatures.
ULTRAVIOLENCE
- DOOM (2016) OST
(0:00 - 0:03)
Without warning, the first creature from the rooftop pounced towards him at shocking speed. But William anticipated this. William sidestepped and swung his right fist, effortlessly striking said fist straight into the titan's neck. The titan's eyes shrunk as his windpipe was crushed, its forward momentum being canceled by the equal stopping force of the punch. Its body betrayed itself and swung itself free of the ground, its whole being shifting out from under the overwhelming power of the punch and hitting the ground with a hard thud.
The ignited titan convulsed on the ground, as it made a desperate attempt to draw breath through its shattered windpipe, only to have it filled with blood that now also flowed freely from its mouth. It writhed and jerked, as its eyes rolled back into its head. William calmly walked past it, extracting a pin from his grenade, and deftly tossed the explosive device. Within a mere five seconds, the behemoth was consumed by a formidable explosion.
William reached behind him and retrieved his plasma gun. With his other hand, he picked up a discarded blade from the ground, effortlessly slicing through the hand of an ignited titan that was on the verge of devouring a woman and her children. The cut was executed with such swiftness and precision that it sliced through bone as effortlessly as butter. William leaped backwards and delivered a flying kick to the back of the ignited titan's head, causing it to collapse onto the ground.
He aimed his plasma gun and struck the behemoth with a barrage of bright, blue white blasts of energy in its head. The behemoth would have screamed if it could have, but by the time the pain signals hit its brain, the titan's lungs had turned to blue vapor. Its head exploded, showering the floor with blood, bone, and brain matter.
The blade that William had managed to scavenge found itself a new abode in the neck of a six-meter titan, thanks to an astonishing throw. With great agility, he leapt onto another titan that was ablaze, deftly landing on its shoulder while retrieving the blade. In one swift motion, he decapitated the titan, all the while continuing on their merry way. Suddenly, a ten-meter titan lunged at him from the left flank.
Without hesitation, William hurled another grenade into the gaping maw of the titan. Mere seconds later, the head exploded in a gruesome display of blood and gore. Another ignited titan attempted to bite him, but instead opted to lunge at him with its mouth wide open. Reacting swiftly, William delivered a powerful right-hook to the titan's head, successfully fending off the monstrous creature. He then proceeded to stomp on its head with such force that the ground beneath them cracked.
William launched himself into the air and landed on top of an ignited titan's head, thrusting the blade straight through the top of its skull and out its mouth. As the Titan staggered, William flipped forward while throwing his plasma gun back into his space inventory. Falling upside-down, he aimed his double-barreled shotgun at the Titan with ease and unloaded his destructive payload into its face, essentially decapitating the Titan from the mouth up.
William landed on his feet and watched the titan's body fall to the ground with a hard thud. He rolled his body around and marched forward. Snapping the ejector open and reloading it with another set of shells.
William paused.
Was that someone screaming?
Where had he heard that scream?
William swiftly propelled himself forward, effortlessly vaulting onto the rooftop of a nearby apartment. With grace and agility, he traversed from one rooftop to the next, propelled by an unwavering determination to reach the origin of the commotion. Upon reaching the edge of the roof, William cast his gaze downward, where he beheld a distressing scene unfolding before him.
Beneath him, an ignited titan menacingly herded a family and two other individuals into a corner, its deliberate movements accompanied by a deep, resonating growl. The father valiantly positioned himself between his wife and children, his countenance betraying a mixture of fear and concern as he observed the titan's gradual approach. The wife, her visage etched with panic, watched on anxiously as the titan drew nearer. Meanwhile, the trio of children sought solace in each other's embrace, their eyes tightly shut in a desperate attempt to shield themselves from the impending danger. Standing in close proximity to the blonde child, a man donning a stetson hat exuded an air of steadfastness.
As the jaws of the ignited titan gradually parted, emitting a menacing snarl, the gravity of the situation became increasingly palpable. Each methodical footstep caused the floor to tremble. Its jaws spread wide, revealing teeth that glinted in the sunlight.
William swiftly pounced on the titan, encircling his arms around its neck. The titan roared in surprise and staggered backwards, veering a considerable eight feet away from its intended prey. The behemoth vigorously shook its head from side to side, in a valiant attempt to liberate itself from the clutches of its assailant.
The creature gracefully pivoted its body, effortlessly dislodging William from its neck. William, though momentarily grounded, promptly regained his footing just in time to witness the blazing titan hurtling towards him. Without delay, William deftly retrieved his chaingun, its barrels gradually commencing their rotation. With each passing second, their velocity escalated, until the behemoth's countenance was assailed by a torrent of potent projectiles, contorting and disfiguring its visage. Subsequently, the titan succumbed to the ground with a resounding thud.
The atmosphere was silent.
William threw away his weapon and started towards the shocked, speechless spectators. He stopped in front of them and stared at the familiar faces. His eyes landed on the woman he saved before.
William could not deny that she was an attractive woman of fair complexion, of medium height, and possessed a slender yet curvaceous figure. Her large, bright hazel eyes were captivating, complemented by her long black hair, loosely tied and gracefully cascading over her right shoulder, with bangs framing her face. A few short strands of hair were left untamed on her forehead, adding to her charm. She adorned herself in a cream-colored sweater, adorned with frilled sleeves, and a long red skirt. Completing her ensemble was a white apron and small tan boots.
The man before him, whom William believed to be the woman's husband, possessed a rather commendable height and a slender physique, accompanied by straight brown hair that was meticulously parted down the center. His eyes, a captivating shade of teal-green, were a sight to behold. Additionally, he sported a well-groomed thin beard and mustache. Adorning his countenance were circular spectacles, while his attire consisted of a brown suit, complemented by a white cravat and a shirt with elegantly ruffled sleeves. Completing his ensemble was a black hat, adorned with a subtle gray stripe.
The young boy, positioned adjacent to his mother, possesses facial features that bear a striking resemblance to those of his maternal figure. His countenance is characterized by a moderately elongated and rounded shape, complemented by a pair of notably expressive, gray-colored eyes. His hair, of a short and ebony hue, gracefully falls in a natural manner, parted in the middle to form a curtain-like arrangement. His attire consists of brown trousers, a green shirt adorned with string tassels at the collar, a coat of reddish-brown hue, and unadorned brown shoes.
Adjacent to the young boy stands a young girl. Her complexion is fair, her eyes are gray, and her lengthy tresses, of a raven hue, possess a shaggy quality. She is attired in a pink jacket with long sleeves, a white dress of considerable length underneath, and red shoes.
William's gaze swiftly shifts towards the individual beside the young girl. This individual's visage exudes a youthful quality, with large hazel eyes and a diminutive, pointed nose that consistently displays a slight reddish hue. His blond hair is meticulously styled in a long undercut, with bangs gracefully draping over his entire forehead. His countenance is further accentuated by well-defined eyebrows and sideburns, which serve as indicators of his age. His ensemble comprises a long-sleeved jacket with a single button, worn over a collared shirt, accompanied by long dress pants and dress shoes.
His attention shifted towards the elder gentleman. The gentleman possessed a remarkably weathered physique and hands. His eyes were of a light brown hue, and his hair, shaggy and brown, was accompanied by a beard and mustache that did not meet at the corners of his mouth. He donned a worn light brown hat, a faded beige sweater layered with a brown shirt, and a green scarf. Completing his ensemble were short gray pants and shoes.
William glanced over his shoulder and saw multitudes of people running towards the gate. A few soldiers from the Garrison Regiment were positioning two cannons close to each other. He briefly looked back at the individuals in front of him then turned away. He didn't pay them mind as they slowly followed him.
"Is that the one that saved you, Carla?" William heard the husband ask.
"Yes." Carla replied.
William turned his head to the right and noticed a group of smaller ignited titans chasing a group of individuals. Taking a step forward, he swiftly retreated his other boot. With a powerful kick from his heel, he propelled himself forward, leaving behind a small crater as both feet slammed into the ground. He lunged forward with remarkable speed, causing a gust of wind that made fleeing survivors stagger and fall on their rear.
With astonishing speed, William lunged forward, seizing one titan by the throat. The titan's windpipe constricted, leaving it gasping for air until William effortlessly tore its head from its shoulders with immense force, much like tearing apart a doll. The titan's body ceased struggling and hung lifelessly in his grasp, leaving the onlookers in a state of shock. Effortlessly discarding the lifeless body, William gracefully leaped towards the next titan.
William collided with yet another ignited titan, causing a resounding impact. The ignited titan, with barely a moment to react, emitted a startled cry as William swiftly seized it by the horns and effortlessly detached its head from its body with a casual twist. The onlookers were left in a state of astonishment, for William moved with such rapidity that he appeared as a blur. Disposing of the severed head with a nonchalant toss, he promptly leaped towards the next titan. Employing a bone-crushing kick to the chest, William forcefully toppled yet another titan, subsequently utilizing its body as a means to descend to the ground.
Retrieving his super-shotgun from its resting place upon his back, William aimed it directly at the head of another ignited titan, upon which he now stood. The discharge of potent buck shells resulted in the titan's head disintegrating into a crimson mist, yet William's endeavors were far from over. Exhibiting a swiftness that rivaled that of the most extraordinary titans, he deftly swung his weapon around, obliterating another titan with a second shot.
William ducked his head as one ignited titan tried to pounce him from the rooftop. He jumped and grabbed the titan by the leg, hurling it to the ground. He blew it away with a burst of deadly buck shells to the face. Turning its head to a steaming bloody stump in an instant. He jumped and pulled another ignited titan he had grabbed to the ground with his weight, breaking the titan's leg with a sickening crunch before punching it through its head with a practiced ease.
William cast a quick glance over his shoulder and beheld a group of Ignited titans hurtling towards him with great speed. With a swift motion, he deftly maneuvered his body, drawing back his fist and delivering a forceful punch through the air, directed squarely at the approaching titans. The impact of his blow sent all the titans soaring into the sky, causing a tumultuous commotion that reverberated through the surroundings.
The sheer force of this spectacle elicited cries of astonishment from the populace, who were overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. The multitude of ignited titans, propelled with such tremendous velocity, found themselves unable to regain their composure and regain control of their flight. Consequently, they ascended to great heights, soaring over the wall and vanishing from sight on the other side.
Though they were out of the way, he was far from done. Only three other titans were left. But it didn't matter, he'll dispose of them as well.
William engaged in a vigorous display of physical prowess as he launched himself towards one of the colossal beings. With an impressive demonstration of strength, he successfully brought the giant to the ground. In a remarkably silent manner, he proceeded to forcefully detach the creature's head from its shoulders, discarding it without hesitation. A volley of micro-rockets soared through the atmosphere, detonating upon impact with the head of a Titan, reducing its skull to a state resembling minced meat. The engine of his chainsaw emitted a powerful roar as he skillfully divided one of the shorter Titans into two equal halves.
The spectators were of no concern to him. As long as they refrained from impeding his progress, their presence held little significance. From his left, an eerie groan resonated, yet he did not deign to divert his attention towards the Titan. Instead, with utmost composure, he swiftly produced a combat shotgun in his hands and discharged a grenade directly into the creature's gaping maw. A mere moment elapsed before the Titan's head erupted in a tumultuous explosion of flames and flesh.
The spectators, along with the group that William had saved, gazed upon the scene with wide eyes. They found it difficult to believe what they were witnessing. The titans, known to be the most fearsome creatures in existence, were being dismissed one by one by this man, as if they were mere flies. It is truly inconceivable.
To be completely honest, some of them were indeed terrified by what they were witnessing. However, their fear was overshadowed by a profound sense of awe. Never before in their lives had they witnessed such a remarkable display of skill and overwhelming power. It was a power that no one on earth could ever hope to rival. The titans, who had been so terrifying just moments ago, now appeared as insignificant worker ants in the presence of an unstoppable and relentless predator. This man was not merely powerful; he was the embodiment of power and death itself.
Only one thought flowered in their minds.
Is he even human?
For a century, walls have been a source of protection and division for humanity. Erected to shield them from the menacing titans that sought to prey upon them, these walls have stood tall, unwavering, and resolute. Even as the passage of time has caused them to develop cracks, they have remained steadfast.
The walls, constructed from sturdy stone, possess an impenetrability that not even the most determined individuals, with wills as strong as iron or steel, can breach. This knowledge has been the lifeline of humanity throughout the years, providing them with the assurance that the walls are impervious to destruction. They have believed that the walls will never succumb to the titan's hammer, that they will always stand firm, undeterred by the countless average titans that attempt to dismantle them.
Humanity has clung to this somewhat illusory hope, until a titan of fifty meters in height shattered the wall.
In that moment, everything changed. They were abruptly reminded of the harsh reality that their home was nothing more than a pen, and that humanity itself was mere cattle. And now, history was poised to repeat itself once more.
The multitude of colossal gray titans has finally arrived at the wall. Despite the valiant efforts of the soldiers from the Garrison Regiment to resist, the Hinotōchi soldiers swiftly eliminate them before they can even mount a defense. The first colossal titan halts at the front of Shiganshina, effortlessly sweeping away all the fixed cannons from the wall with its elongated right arm.
The second colossal titan reaches the left side of Shiganshina. There are no cannons positioned on top, as the soldiers who were previously stationed there have departed to confront the ignited titans wreaking havoc among the town's inhabitants. It firmly places its massive hands atop the wall, patiently awaiting what lies ahead.
The third colossal titan arrives at the right side of Shiganshina, mirroring the actions of the second titan and standing in anticipation. The remaining colossal gray titans assume their designated positions, patiently awaiting the signal from their master.
Captain Tyler and his legions of men maintain a respectable distance from the colossal gray titans. A wide grin adorns Tyler's lips as his eyes traverse the wall, shifting from one gray titan to another. All preparations have been meticulously executed, and victory is within their grasp.
All of the colossal gray titans directed their attention towards Tyler. Without uttering a single word, Tyler graciously nodded his head in approval, granting them all the permission they sought. The skinless levitations promptly redirected their gaze back to the wall. In perfect harmony, the multitude of colossal gray titans gradually and forebodingly retracted their right legs.
With a motion reminiscent of a wrecking ball, they swung their feet forward until they collided with Shiganshina with tremendous force. The resounding noise of shattered concrete reached a crescendo. The walls, from nearly all sides, burst apart, showering the surroundings with fragmented mortar.
The gusty wind caused everything to rattle and shake. Some citizens were swiftly propelled into the air, their screams echoing in sheer terror. Those who managed to pass through the gate were shouting and crying out. Numerous apartments were instantaneously demolished by massive fragments of shattered concrete that descended upon them.
After a few minutes, the forceful wind subsided and the rain of mortar ceased. The tranquility of the air was soon interrupted by the resounding beat of powerful footsteps. From all directions, the soldiers of Hinotōchi entered through the newly formed oval-shaped entrance, followed closely by the groups of titans behind them.
Faze one was complete; now it was time to commence, Faze two.
A/N: We are reaching the conclusion of this arc. Part three will be William/Doom Slayer's moment where everyone will witness a great battle between one man against legions that will go down in history! Though some of the people William saved and the deaths of many have been minimized thanks to his assistance, it is safe to say they all will have to evacuate Wall Maria, just like the cannon story, and stay in Wall Trost. Once his battle with Tyler and the Hinotōchi are dealt with, he'll be going back to his original objective: eradicating the titans.
But fear not young readers, I don't plan him having to stay in this world. If we have him stuck in this world for too long the events in Doom: Eternal would never happen. While he's killing many titans, he'll be spending his time thinking how in the heck he'll be able to get out of the world he's stuck in. How will he ever get out will remain a mystery for now. With all of that said, I'll be taking my leave. See you in the next chapter!
