William inhaled deeply and commenced his journey in a single-file formation. With each deliberate stride, his gaze flitted towards neighboring tombstones, meticulously perusing their inscriptions with utmost respect, while simultaneously endeavoring to avoid stumbling over his own feet and the profusion of flowers that embellished the vicinity. Upon reaching his destination, William fixated his gaze upon the gravestone, delicately tracing the name etched into it with his hand.

Charlotte Delaney.

William did the best he could to provide for his family. They were poor people, but they weren't necessarily destitute. They lived in a comfortable little village where everyone pitched in to support one another.

William's father owned a small trading post on the outskirts of the city. It provided them with fresh fruits and vegetables whenever their crops were ripe for picking. Their house itself was nothing fancy, but they managed with simple wooden floors and some colorful woven blankets thrown over two old, beat up beds. It was nice, but nothing special, and everything they needed was readily available.

One thing William did enjoy about the village though was the opportunity to go play with his siblings. The other ponies took great delight in having a playmate their age. While they were content to remain on the sidelines, William would often tag along with his sister or play with his friends. The older ones always seemed a bit surprised at William's presence as well, but never said anything about it.

When he got big enough, William started playing alongside them as well, and that led to his mother, Charlotte Delaney, to take him out into the countryside to learn about plants and animals. She taught him how to take care of and tend to all of her farm animals. She also took him around with her during the market days, making sure that he learned all she wanted him to. By the time he was eight years old, William was able to speak multiple languages fluently. Even his own parents could tell he was a natural born conversationalist. They were both quite proud of their bright, cheerful, outgoing son.

His life was stable and happy. But not all remained stable. One morning, he found his sister crying on her bed. William asked what was wrong and she explained that their mother came back from the hospital and learned she had cancer.

This brought up a whole new set of issues for their family. There weren't many doctors on the island to help with such a serious illness. And their parents didn't trust anyone else to treat her properly or administer the medication she needed. They tried several times but nothing worked. After several weeks passed and her condition grew worse each passing day, his father decided that they should sell the farm and leave town. With the hope of having enough money to buy the proper medicine to help his wife.

As much as William tried to argue against it, his father didn't listen. In fact, his father's words only served to make his mother angry. She fought to keep them here as long as possible. If he sold the farm, she argued, then where would they find food to sustain themselves? How would they ever earn enough bits to buy medicine that could ease her condition.

Seeing all of this was tearing William apart. This wasn't fair. All they wanted was to stay put and have things go back to the way they used to be, when everything was fine and they all lived happily. William knew right there and then that he needed to do something—anything!—to help.

But it didn't matter. She died on a Tuesday night, due to succumbing to her illness.

William bawled his fist tightly.

"Mom…"

(ATTACK ON TITAN)

Reign Of Fire III:

A Novel Breed

There are numerous things that instill fear in the hearts of mankind. However, the object of my fear is not merely an army of ten thousand devils, but rather an army of legions. These legions, mind you, are not just any legions, but rather legions that are born from the darkest pits of the underworld, where darkness and malevolence reign supreme.

- An Unidentified Night Sentinel,

Following the prolonged wait of the Hell Invasion's first wave.

(ATTACK ON TITAN)

Eren Yeager awoke with a sudden gasp, his arms instinctively shielding his face as if to safeguard himself from the lingering remnants of his memory. Though he possessed a vague awareness that the danger had dissipated, he could still sense the frantic thumping of his heart against his ribcage, as if he were reliving that final waking moment. His body, unaware of the present reality, continued to surge with fresh adrenaline, eagerly anticipating a threat that had already passed. This surge not only compelled his body to remain vigilant, but it also heightened his other senses.

Fully cognizant that he was no longer in any physical peril, he gently closed his eyes and endeavored to calm his body. He sought to extricate himself from the lingering memory of his dream, the preceding recollection that had led to this occurrence.

I'm fine….

I'm okay…

I'm… okay.

Utilizing the dexterity of his right side, Eren endeavored to elevate himself by means of his elbow. Despite the palpable pulsation of his heart and the lingering unease, he discerned a return to composure, owing to his focused attention on an alternative matter.

In contrast to mere moments ago, when tumultuous sensations coursed through his being, he now perceived a gradual cessation of all internal commotion. With his breath held captive within his throat for an indeterminate duration, he at last exhaled.

"Eren. Are you okay?"

Eren glanced up to see Mikasa crouched next to him. He slowly sat up on his rear and brought a hand up to his temples. He closed his eyes and moaned, enduring a small ache of pain lingering in his head.

"You were having a nightmare." Mikasa stated, tilting her head while looking at him with concern.

"I feel like I just saw something…" Eren muttered, rubbing his temples.

"No. You were dreaming."

"Oh…"

Eren blinked. He looked around and found himself in a wide, spacious, empty room. He returned his gaze to Mikasa.

"Where's mom and dad?" Eren asked.

Mikasa got up on her feet and looked down at Eren.

"Mom and Dad went to get us some food. She told me to wake you up before they left." Mikasa replied. "Let's go. It won't be long until they get back."

Eren slowly lifted himself up off the ground. He followed Mikasa towards the light leaking in through the mouth of an entrance. The sun's rays assaulted him and he instinctively shielded his eyes.

After his eyes had adjusted, he discovered that they were situated outside the homeless center. A considerable number of individuals, representing diverse genders, were meandering along different paths. Members of the Garrison Regiment were engaged in conversations with one another, while some were distributing the limited amount of food they possessed.

"Eren! Mikasa!"

The pair turned their gaze to see Armin approaching them with a genuine smile.

"Armin…" Eren acknowledged under his breath.

"Here! Just in time! My grandpa got us some by saying it was for children!" Armin said, handing out bread to his two friends.

Mikasa nodded with a small smile. "Thank you."

Eren and Mikasa chomped a bite of their bread and swallowed it down. The trio started forward as they ate, dodging through crowds of people. Armin swallowed down a mouthful of bread and turned to his friends.

"So, what do you and your parents plan to do now, Eren?" Armin asked, looking at Eren curiously.

"Well, since our house is destroyed we have nowhere to stay. But dad has a backup house back at Trost. So until our first house is rebuilt we'll be staying there for now on." Eren replied.

Eren and Mikasa raised a brow when Armin suddenly laughed. Eren slightly tilted his head in bewilderment.

"What's so funny?" Eren inquired, his raised brow unwavered.

"I just find it funny because it's kinda a coincidence. My house was destroyed too after the titans got through, so grandpa decided we will stay in Trost as well." Armin replied.

Eren smiled. "Really? That's great! Then that means we won't be separated."

Armin nodded. "Yeah, I was reli—"

Armin yelped when he bumped into something and fell on his rear. The bread fell from his hand. He glanced up and saw a little girl standing before him.

The young girl possesses moderately short, blonde hair that is neatly tied at the back, with her right fringe gracefully draping over the right side of her face. Her countenance showcases an oval-shaped visage, complemented by her striking blue eyes, a Roman nose, and a fair complexion. Notably, her hair exhibits a particularly pale hue, while her eyes, although of considerable size and proportion, emanate a somewhat somber aura.

In terms of attire, she adorns herself in a casual ensemble, consisting of a hooded sweatshirt layered underneath a jacket, paired with dark gray pants. Completing her overall appearance are her black shoes. The pair held their gazes until the young girl extended a hand.

Armin's eyes momentarily shifted from the outstretched hand to meet the young girl's gaze, before accepting it. Maintaining an upright posture, Armin released his grip and brought his hand back to his side.

Armin chuckled and rubbed the back of his nape. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going."

The young girl didn't grace him with a response and turned away. The trio watched in silence as the young approached a duo of two boys. Together they watched the trio walking away, disappearing behind the crowd.

"What was that about?" Asked Eren, turning his gaze towards Armin.

Armin shook his head. "I don't know, I guess she—"

A resounding roar, reminiscent of the explosive power of napalm, reverberated through the atmosphere. The entire wall of Shiganshina quivered in response, as if the very earth beneath it trembled in unison. Instantly, the attention of all present was drawn upwards beyond the wall, towards the origin of the deafening roar. The air was soon filled with the cacophony of cannons detonating in rapid succession. Following the initial roar, a similar cry echoed through the air, and then another, until the atmosphere seemed to be saturated with the ear-splitting bellows.

Eren and Mikasa went rigid and Armin once again dropped his bread out of shock.

Humanity thought they were in the clear; they all thought wrong.

Hannes endeavored to maintain his composure despite the rapid pulsations of his heart. The spectacle of numerous colossal gray titans, accompanied by legions of marching soldiers and a multitude of barrage balloons adrift in the heavens, was an utterly horrifying sight to behold. The resounding thuds of the approaching titans reverberated from the depths of the distant, verdant field.

Hannes comprehended that there existed no semblance of hope in vanquishing this gargantuan army. Even with the presence of a considerable number of cadets at his side, their ranks paled in comparison to the formidable legion of both soldiers and titans. He marveled at the fact that none of his comrades had succumbed to fear and fled.

The mounted cannons discharged additional projectiles towards their intended targets. Each round pierced through the heads of titans that ventured too close to the protective wall. Some of the rounds veered off course and struck the advancing soldiers from below, while the remainder continued their relentless march towards the fortification. One of the colossal gray titans deviated from the group, slowly and ominously making its way to the opposite side of the wall.

The anomalous titans, distinguished by the presence of black devices affixed to the sides of their temples, sprinted towards the wall with alarming speed. Some moved in a conventional manner on their feet, others crawled in a manner reminiscent of spiders, and the rest adopted a more comical running style. Nevertheless, one of them would inevitably be obliterated by a round from the cannons' caliber.

It was a nightmare that every man yearned to wake up.

"Damn it," one of the soldiers spat. "Who are these guys?! Where are they all coming from?!"

"Just keep firing!" One soldier next to him shouted. "We have to give everyone inside the walls a chance to escape, no matter what we can not let them through!"

"There's so many of them!"

"We can't fight them all. There's too many of them!"

"Everyone shut up and listen up!" Hannes screamed, grabbing everyone's attention. "Listen, the way I see it, there's no chance of fighting them all. For now we'll focus on our main objective: defend what's behind us. To the last man if that's what it comes to, let's give those that are behind us the chance to escape. Is that clear?!"

"Yes sir!" All the soldiers cried.

"Hannes." Hannes turned to face Hugo when he called. "You go and get everyone out."

Hannes's eyes opened wide. "What? But—"

"Just go man, I'll take it from here." Hugo said, giving his friend a thumbs up. "Besides, they're gonna need you down there."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

Hannes's gaze swiftly shifted towards the colossal titans drawing near, and then he glanced at Hugo and nodded in agreement. He promptly pivoted and hastened towards the precipice of the wall, leaping with agility. He swung away, propelled by the assistance of his ODM gear.

Hugo redirected his attention to confront the horrifying spectacle. His eyes narrowed as he observed the enigmatic soldiers below. Instinctively, he retrieved his blades from their slender, box-shaped scabbards and took a deliberate step forward. His comrades in the squad mirrored his actions, each unsheathing their own swords.

"Soldiers, charge!" Hugo cried. Hugo sprinted towards the precipice, he yelped and leapt off the edge. The men and women emitted a war-cry as they dove after him while gravity wrenched them down.

The wind whipped past by their ears, swiftly descending towards the titans that stood a mere ten feet away from the wall. Each soldier drew their blades behind them, filled with anticipation. Their eyes narrowed with unwavering determination, their veins coursing with adrenaline, and their hands firmly gripping their swords.

One by one, the soldiers gracefully descended towards the titans, each of them displaying unwavering determination etched upon their countenances. With a resolute spirit, the first soldier lunged forward, deftly severing the titan's nape with their respective weapon, causing it to stumble forward and descend face first onto the ground. Blood elegantly splattered upon their blades. With blades still firmly clasped within their grasp, the second soldier propelled themselves towards another titan, skillfully emulating their comrade's attack.

Another titan gracefully toppled backwards, as a new line of cutters formed behind it. The third and fourth soldiers swiftly rushed towards a nearby titan, deftly slicing at the back of its neck. The fourth soldier charged forth, skillfully cleaving their blade straight through the titan's nape. As the titan's flesh was torn asunder, it collapsed onto the ground, devoid of life.

While some of the soldiers successfully landed their mark, unfortunately, the rest of their squad-mates were not as fortunate. Regrettably, before one soldier could even land a strike, an abnormal titan swiftly snatched him in its grasp and forcefully shoved him into its mouth. The man was still alive when the abnormal swallowed him whole.

Tragically, a female soldier bore witness to the demise of her comrade. This ultimately proved to be her mistake as she became momentarily distracted, allowing two titans to seize hold of both her arms and legs. In the face of excruciating pain, the woman let out a horrendous scream as an explosion of agony flooded her body. The titan duo proceeded to slowly pull her limbs apart with a sickening pop. A third titan from below leaped and devoured her whole before she could continue to scream.

One soldier successfully struck the nape of a titan, only to be seized by another titan from his legs. The soldier emitted a piercing scream as the titan drew him near its face. With jaws agape, its teeth shimmered in the radiant sunlight. Subsequently, the titan's jaws closed upon the man's torso, proceeding to consume his entire body within its oral cavity.

And thus the battle continues…

William's world blurred around him as he maneuvered through the seemingly infinite array of trees. Ilse clung tightly to his back, her arms encircling his neck. William discerned the termination of the forest just a few meters beyond a cluster of trees. With deftness, he deftly avoided a few trees before bursting out of the forest and propelling himself forward across a verdant meadow.

From a distance of one mile, William could clearly discern that the battle had already commenced. The screams of soldiers, the resounding booms of cannons, and the imposing figures of titans, varying in shape and size, advancing towards the wall, all reached his ears. William's gaze swiftly shifted to the multitude of colossal gray titans, and he clenched his teeth. He was well aware that if any of those entities managed to breach the wall, it would result in a repetition of the events that unfolded yesterday.

With determination, William clenched his teeth even tighter. The notion that these humanoid behemoths had been instilling fear in humanity for a century was sufficient to ignite an even greater surge of anger within him. Anything that posed a threat to humanity would inevitably find itself at the receiving end of his guns.

Ilse tightly held onto William's back, her head bowed down to his shoulder as they raced forward. The Slayer's astonishing speed and the gusts of wind against her face left her in awe. Throughout her military training, she had witnessed many swift runners, but never had she encountered someone who could run with such incredible velocity!

As they fled, the duo felt powerful vibrations reverberating through their very bones. Glancing over their shoulders, they beheld a trio of titans amusingly trailing behind them. Each deliberate, rhythmic footstep caused the earth to tremble, reminiscent of the sound of multiple trees crashing down.

"Oh god," breathed Ilse, her face strained with panic. "They're behind us!"

William redirected his gaze towards the approaching herd of titans, briefly glancing at them before returning his attention to the wall. Ilse observed this, then followed his line of sight and her eyes widened as she comprehended his intentions.

"Uh, W-William?" Ilse stuttered. "You're not seriously going to charge towards that, right? You know there are titans over there… right?"

"…" William 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 incredible speed, leaving behind a gust of wind.

Ilse let out a startled yelp as William swiftly accelerated, displaying a newfound burst of velocity. In a mere matter of seconds, they found themselves rapidly closing in on the herd. One of the titans, upon perceiving William's sprint towards their vicinity, diverted its attention from the wall.

It descended to one knee and extended its hand towards the duo. Overwhelmed by sheer terror, Ilse emitted a piercing scream, instinctively closed her eyes, and clung tightly to William's neck. Unperturbed by her reaction, William skillfully evaded the titan's outstretched hand.

William hurriedly maneuvered through the group, navigating between the colossal creatures' limbs and effortlessly leaping over the multitude of enigmatic soldiers. His boots made a resounding thud as he continued onward, strategically encircling the gathering of giants, all the while disregarding the terrified woman clinging to his back.

Too frightened to even contemplate opening her eyes, Ilse refrained from making any eye contact with the monstrous beings. Every fiber of her being urged her to distance herself from these ravenous leviathans. She rested her head on William's shoulder as he continued forward.

The pair arrived at the wall, and William came to a stop. He quickly raised his head and witnessed one of the mounted cannons firing additional rounds at the titans behind them. The height of the wall's precipice was a considerable fifty meters.

One of the soldiers from the Garrison Regiment, positioned on the lower hill of Shiganshina, noticed the duo and glanced downward. His comrade, observing this from the corner of their eye, followed their gaze. Although William was unrecognizable due to his cloak, Ilse was immediately identified by her Scout uniform.

Ilse lifted her head and met the eyes of the soldiers staring down at them. "Hey!" She called, waving her arms. "Down here! Lower the platform for us!"

A looming shadow caught the attention of the duo, causing them to glance upwards. Ilse emitted a piercing scream as she found herself face to face with the outstretched palm of a titan. In a swift motion, William pivoted and delivered a forceful blow to the titan's hand, resulting in a spectacular explosion akin to a balloon bursting under the immense power of the Doom Slayer's punch. The impact showered the ground with a spray of blood.

As the platform descended to the ground, the pair swiftly retreated. Ilse dismounted from William's back and sank to her knees, her breaths coming in heavy gasps. With one hand pressed against her chest, her heart raced against the confines of her rib cage.

The platform slowly ascended upwards. When they reached the top, the pair exited and were greeted by a group of soldiers from the Military Police. One man in the middle stepped forward and set his gaze at Ilse.

"Ilse, I didn't think I would see you again," he started. "Nice to see you're alive but we'll have to save the happy reunion for later."

Ilse nodded her head. "I couldn't agree more," She said, taking one step forward. "What's going on? Why are there so many titans here? And who are those guys walking with them?"

The man glanced down at the massacre from below.

"I don't know, but whoever they are, they're obviously not friendly," he replied, turning his gaze back to Ilse. "One thing's for sure, there are too many of them for us to fight. For now we just—"

The attention of all present was drawn to the other side of the wall by the resounding sounds of wood exploding. From a distance, the roofs of numerous apartments burst open, scattering fragments of wood upon the ground. It became evident that an object had fallen through the roof.

In unison, the heads of all individuals were raised, revealing the sight of the Barrage Balloons gracefully suspended above the town. Enormous steel containers were released from the ship's hangar, descending rapidly towards the roofs of each and every apartment. A profound silence ensued.

In all of the holes of every roof, a gray claw shot out.

Emerging from each aperture of the apartment's rooftop was an entirely novel breed of colossal proportions. Its dermis, a somber shade of gray, bore the scars of scorching remnants of its own anatomy. A luxuriant pelt of ebony, iridescent plumage enveloped its dorsal region, encircling its neck like a majestic mane, and culminating in a pointed crest atop its cranium.

The entirety of its countenance was devoid of skin, exposing the pulsating musculature and sinew beneath. It was as if its visage had been meticulously stripped away, leaving nothing but the raw, throbbing tissue in its wake. Its untamed, bloodshot ocular orbs peered penetratingly into the depths of each individual's soul. Adorning its hands were gauntlets crafted from metal, each digit adorned with hooked steel talons, poised to strike.

Everyone couldn't comprehend the new monsters they were witnessing, a new type of abnormal known as Ignited Titans. These large behemoths were a new add-on to inflict fear into the heart of humanity.

Without any prior indication, the initial Ignited titan swiftly descended and seized a man within its grasp. The unfortunate individual had a fleeting moment to vocalize his distress before the ashen anomaly thrust its head forward, ensnaring his torso within its jaws. With remarkable speed, the titan retracted, promptly swallowing one half of the man's torso before casually discarding the other portion into its cavernous maw.

The atmosphere was abruptly shattered by an outpouring of screams from the populace. In response, the multitude of Ignited titans emitted resounding bellows of immense magnitude. Amidst the chaos, a lone man valiantly attempted to flee, only to be confronted by another Ignited behemoth that descended from the rooftop, landing on all fours directly in his path. This sudden encounter severed his sole opportunity for escape. Overwhelmed by terror, the man emitted a piercing scream as the ignited behemoth swiftly snatched him within its jaws.

A mother and her child were fleeing for their lives, but unfortunately, their efforts proved to be in vain. A pair of ignited behemoths effortlessly leaped from one rooftop to another, swinging their one-fingered claws with the force of an axe. Tragically, one of the behemoths severed the child's legs, while the other mercilessly slashed the young boy's head from his shoulders.

In the midst of this horrifying scene, the mother was unable to even utter a scream for her deceased child's name before another ignited behemoth, crouched behind her, thrust its finger forward with great force. The finger pierced through the mother's back, violently slamming her into the ground. The mother's anguished shrieks filled the air as she experienced unimaginable pain. She could feel the behemoth's finger being forcefully withdrawn, causing torrents of blood to pour from the gaping wound it left behind.

Silently, the Ignited titan continued its assault, repeatedly jabbing its finger in and out of the mother's body, creating new holes in her torso, destroying vital organs, and shattering her bones into splinters. Overwhelmed by the agony, the mother vomited thick red fluid, while her mind became a hollow void, filled only with her screams as she was lifted from her neck.

The mother's cyan scarf landed in front of her child's severed corpse.

The second ignited titan proceeded to thrust its steel claws through the mother's body. She no longer emitted screams; she produced gurgles of blood akin to those of a choking infant. From her lips, a scarlet foam poured forth.

The two ignited titans opened their jaws, allowing their snaking black tendrils to slither out above their tongues. Each black tendril, resembling the length of a python, possessed thorny protrusions reminiscent of the quills of a porcupine. These tendrils proceeded to crawl all over the mother's arms, while one of them reached for her head and began to constrict.

A fresh groan of agony escaped the mother as the quills embedded themselves into her flesh. The ignited behemoths abruptly jerked their heads back, forcefully pulling at the mother's limbs. The sound of her joints and bones popping was accompanied by a sickening wetness. The mother's screams were reignited with vivid clarity, her eyes shining white against the burgundy that now covered her face.

The other tendril jerked back and effortlessly ripped the mother's head off from her shoulders. Her head and arms were swallowed whole, then repeated the process with her legs. The trio of ignited behemoths eat her in silence.

Oceans of people were running and screaming. The ignited titans roared in response as they leapt after them from the rooftops. The air was filled with the cracking of bones, the wet rip of organs being torn from screaming victims. Individuals being swallowed whole in one gulp, and others repeatedly being jabbed from the striking claws of one ignited titan to another.

Two other ignited titans devoured three human bodies in succession. They gorged upon these remains as though starved for nourishment, tearing them apart in a manner similar to how one would tear bread apart with one's teeth. By now the streets were littered with the mangled remains of humans and more blood dripped freely.

An old woman with a wrinkled, haggard face ran in the opposite direction, toward an alleyway she thought she might be safe. One of the ignited titans grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly back. She fell backwards, crying out in pain, before collapsing onto the ground.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, the ignited titan stood tall above the writhing woman, gently dragging its foot across her chest. Blood splattered onto the ground beneath the creature's feet. Despite her pleas for mercy, the woman's cries went unanswered as the ignited titan leaned forward, opening its mouth wide and swiftly closed it around her torso.

Two brothers, filled with terror, fled for their lives. Gasping in fear, they sprinted down another path in Shiganshina. Suddenly, two giant figures emerged from the darkness of a nearby alley and lunged at the fleeing siblings. The first brother was effortlessly seized by the jaws of the ignited behemoth, while the second brother was pierced through the chest by the clawed foot of the second ignited behemoth. He let out a piercing scream of agony as the behemoth callously discarded him, crushing him beneath its monstrous weight.

From above, smaller containers fell and landed at the heart of Shiganshina. Said containers opened from all sides, revealing six meter class Ignited titans. The creatures crawled on all fours, scanning the area around them.

It stood on its legs, extended its arms, and let out a deep, powerful howl that echoed throughout Shiganshina. A similar roar was heard from across the town, followed by another from the rooftops. The pack of six meter gray titans growled and sprinted forward.

Some soldiers from the Garrison Regiment swooped down to save some of the people. But even with their aid, it didn't make a difference. These new abnormals were far more vicious and cunning than the average abnormal.

They were humanity's new Hell.

To be continued...

A/N: And that was just part 1 of the absolute slaughter and massacre of Shiganshina. I would like to, once again, thank all my reviewers and young readers for the support you guys have for this story. Each and every day I keep getting more notifications of this story getting love and favorite by you guys and many others as well.

I also wanna talk about something that one of my commenters had brought up to me that honestly crossed my mind for years: the Eremika ship. Now I am well aware of the Eremika ship and aware that despite Mikasa secretly liking Eren, she never admits it. So I would like to reassure some of my young readers that the Eremika ship will not be apart of this story. Rather, I will have Eren and Mikasa go down the Tanjiro and Nezuko route.

We all know that both Tanjiro and Nezuko are like the most wholesome siblings of the Demon Slayer series. So it would be nice to see Eren and Mikasa, like we've seen in the first episode of season 2, have moments when they're being wholesome siblings. Would I pair Eren with someone? I don't know. I'm not gonna focus on that right now.

Anyway, what are your thoughts, young readers? What do you think will happen next? How will this situation that you guys have read in this chapter affect the world of Attack on Titan? With all of that said, I'll take my leave. See you all in the next chapter and have a nice day!