The Father had spoken... For these were His words.

You have done it...

The Dark Lord has been felled by your hands...

Humanity has been saved...

Leave everything else to Me...

You may rest in this life...

But there are still those that need you...

Not here...

But elsewhere...

So go now...

For in this life...

Humanity is far further in flaw...

You shall be their Shepherd in My stead...

Their protection is under your charge...

You shall embody their rage, their brutality, with no mercy...

But you will be far worse...

You shall never yield...

You are blessed once more...

But by My own hand.

Rip and tear.

Until it is done.

"..."

A shroud of unending darkness enveloped William's mind, leaving nothingness in its wake. It felt surreal, an emptiness that was both disorienting and haunting. Was it... peace? No, such a notion was a falsehood. The Doom Slayer had long forsaken the notion of tranquility, buried under layers of tumultuous rage. Memories—fading echoes of serenity—had long since succumbed to the overwhelming tide of white-hot fury, bitter hatred, and an insatiable thirst for vengeance.

Then, cutting through the void, he caught sight of it: the unmistakable symbol of the Slayer. Its presence ignited something within him, shattering the darkness as a brilliant light surged forth, illuminating the depths of his torment and fury.

With a sudden jolt, the Doom Slayer's eyes erupted open, blazing like twin infernos ignited by fury and resolve.

Beneath an expansive blue sky, he soaked in the invigorating kiss of crisp, fresh air. A gentle breeze playfully tousled his hair and lightly brushed his cheeks, while the trees above danced softly in rhythm with the wind, their leaves whispering secrets. He inhaled deeply, savoring the cool, humid scent of nature surrounding him. Sitting upright on the earth, he let his gloved fingers glide over the lush blades of grass, each touch igniting a wave of bittersweet nostalgia. It was a sensation both familiar and peculiar, as if this place should be etched in his memory yet remained elusive, a whisper from a forgotten past. The warm sunlight enveloped his face in a tender embrace, and a chorus of cheerful birds sang from their perches, weaving joy through the tranquil atmosphere. So... peaceful.

Was this heaven...? No. He knew better than that.

He rose slowly from his seated position, the sun casting its harsh glow off his armor, momentarily blinding him with its brilliance. The helmet lay nearby, a gleaming sentinel of his past. With a reluctant sigh, he reached for it, his fingers brushing over its cold surface as he drew it closer for examination. His thumb glided along the side, tracing the contours with a sense of reverence that felt both hollow and fleeting. The visor, unmarred and meticulously polished, reflected an image of perfection—a stark contrast to the chaos of the world around him. Yet, even this pristine exterior seemed like a cruel joke, a façade hiding the turmoil that brewed within.

His hands cupped the helmet, lifting it closer for a more thorough inspection. His finger glided over the metal's surface, feeling its sleek, cool texture, a stark contrast to the warmth radiating from his palms. It was kind of nice to have a moment to breathe. To not have to draw a weapon and slaughter legions of that damned infernal abyss.

The Slayer deftly pulled the helmet over his head, and instantly, the Heads-Up Display sprang to life. A soft, cushioned rubber collar gradually tightened around his neck, forming a synthetic shield that enveloped him in a controlled environment. As the armor recalibrated to his unique biometrics, he began to navigate the dense forest, following a narrow path obscured by underbrush.

With a steady surge of adrenaline, he broke into a moderate run, instinctively commanding his armor to perform a thorough scan for any lurking threats or signs of enemy presence. Yet, the wilderness remained eerily quiet. Even after he slowed to a halt, the system continued its vigilant sweep, unyieldingly scanning and analyzing every shadow and rustle in the foliage.

The analysis continued—steadily, methodically, and unyieldingly. At first, the scan yielded little of note: a world abundant in carbon-based life forms, an atmosphere composed primarily of oxygen and nitrogen, and an absence of any detectable radio, infrared, or ultrasonic communications. Yet, as the Doom Slayer delved deeper, his armor began to provide readings that hinted at the more arcane qualities of his environment.

To his relief, there were no signs of Hellish energies permeating the vicinity, save for those that emanated from himself. His sensors and heads-up display registered an unsettling emptiness—a conspicuous absence of demonic entities within any measurable distance. The silence was profound, almost oppressive in its stillness, creating an air of foreboding that lingered in the atmosphere. It was a profound quiet, one that evoked an unnerving sense of isolation as the Doom Slayer absorbed the desolate landscape surrounding him.

He pressed onward, his gaze sweeping the landscape in search of anything unusual. Yet, the world around him remained eerily still. No signs of life met his eyes—just the serene embrace of nature. The soft melodies of birds echoed through the air, harmonizing with the gentle rustle of leaves as they danced in the breeze. Everything was poised in a tranquil stillness, untouched and undisturbed. It was perfect. Almost too—

The Slayer's eyes darted to the right, his senses heightened by a deafening explosion that shattered the stillness. The sophisticated armor he wore detected a surge of intense heat, emanating from a spot roughly a mile away. Without a moment's hesitation, he surged forward, his heart pounding with purpose. The forest around him transformed into mere streaks of green and brown as he sprinted toward the chaos, each pounding footfall echoing the urgency of the destruction that beckoned him closer. As he should have guessed. He was brought here for a purpose. A new purpose. For what? He himself, alone, will have to discover.

After several frantic minutes of pursuit, he finally glimpsed the source of the uproar. A gaping hole yawned wide through an ancient stone wall, but it was not this dark abyss that halted him in his tracks. Instead, it was the figure that loomed before it: a colossal Titan, skinless and grotesque, its sinewy muscles and stark white bones on stark display. The Titan towered ominously, an embodiment of raw power and horror, demanding attention with its very presence.

The Slayer's gaze flickered downwards, fixating on the massive foot that shadowed the ground beneath it. Approaching the gaping chasm loomed a formidable procession of colossal, bipedal Titans, their imposing forms cutting an ominous silhouette against the eerie landscape. Scattered beneath their monstrous feet lay a gruesome array of lifeless bodies, each one twisted and contorted, rendered unrecognizable by the unfathomable violence they had suffered. Anger...

The Doom Slayer turned his eyes upward, scanning the horizon for the towering, skinless behemoth that had once loomed over him. Yet, it had vanished into thin air, leaving him with a lingering sense of unease. He couldn't fathom where the grotesque giant might have retreated, but at that moment, it mattered little. With a determined resolve, he redirected his focus to the chaos unfolding before him—the vast army of Titans, their colossal forms crashing through the ruptured gateway, each thunderous footfall echoing like a war drum in the charged atmosphere. Rage...!

The Doom Slayer retrieved his formidable super shotgun from the depths of his inventory, the weapon's weight settling into his grip with an unmistakable familiarity. His right hand clenched around the rubber-wrapped wooden pistol grip, while his left provided sturdy support beneath the handguard, readying him for the battle ahead. He focused intently on the menacing meat hook affixed to the end of the firearm, scrutinizing its gleaming surface. Despite countless battles fought, the hook exhibited no signs of wear, its functionality remaining as sharp as the day it was forged. Fury!

With a swift, practiced motion, he flicked his right thumb to crack the shotgun open. His gaze swept over the empty barrels, revealing a void that begged to be filled. The Slayer's hand dove into one of his tactical pouches, fingers searching until they closed around two gleaming buckshot shells, their weight promising destruction. With a satisfying, metallic shlick, he deftly loaded the shells into the weapon, a flick of the wrist sending the shotgun clacking shut. The sound resonated with the promise of imminent violence, stirring his blood as he prepared to face whatever horrors awaited him. BOILING HATRED!

With a low, guttural growl that echoed like a warning bell, the Doom Slayer advanced, each step reverberating with palpable intensity. Once more, unto the breach. The Shepherd of all mankind has come. With him, he has brought death and demise. But also, life and salvation.

Above Wall Maria, the relentless stronghold protecting humanity, the colossal hand of a Titan casts a foreboding shadow over the awestruck spectators below. In that moment, a sense of dread was felt, reminding them that this day would serve as an unsettling wake-up call for humanity. They are trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear, forced to abide within the confines of their towering Walls—cages that symbolize both their safety and their shame.

A torrent of nightmarish visions crashed through his mind, relentless and grotesque. Scenes of annihilation and desolation spiraled into a grotesque tableau—a world stripped of all vitality. Until... There was... a man. A man adorning strange armor and wielding strange weapons, quickly and precisely slaughtering horror after horror. He stops, turns, and reaches out to grab his hand. Then suddenly, a symbol appears. Glowing in all red. Eren Yeager jolted awake, a visceral gasp tearing from his lungs, sending a startled flock of crows scattering into the air. Eren gradually became aware of the world around him. He could hear the birds chirping, and the gentle breeze was rustling through the grass and flowers, swaying the trees back and forth. Mikasa was watching him with a serious but slightly concerned look on her face.

"M-Mikasa? Hey." Eren said. Uncertainty laced in his soft tone.

"We really should get back. You've napped long enough. Your mom will get worried." Mikasa replied back.

"Where... where are we?" Eren asked with this still feeling of unfamiliarity clouding his mind.

"Try asking me that again when you're fully awake." Mikasa replied again. This time with a more stern voice.

"I'm up. I just... I just don't know. It was like I was having a dream that lasted forever. But it's all gone now." Eren stated while wiping his eyes. Still groggy from the whole experience, while Mikasa had already excused herself from Eren's sight. Walking to grab a makeshift wood rack that could be carried on a person's back to gather sticks that varied in size. "What was it all about?" He asked himself out loud. Sitting upright to face Mikasa.

Mikasa hoisted the wooden rack onto her back, a familiar weight resting against her. As she turned her gaze towards Eren, she was taken aback to see the glimmer of unshed tears lingering in his eyes. "E-Eren? Have you been crying?" she asked, her voice laced with concern, a whisper of worry threading through her tone.

Eren looked at Mikasa. With a gasp he touched under his eye with a shocked and confused look on his face to find it wet. He has been crying. But from what?

Year 845, Shiganshina District

The district pulsed with its typical vibrancy, alive with the lively sounds of daily life. The air was filled with the chatter of people engaging in conversations, while shops bustled with both loyal patrons and curious newcomers. Laughter echoed from children darting through the streets, their carefree spirits evident as they played without a single thought of the world's troubles. Amid this joyful chaos, a street preacher, devoted to a faith that revered the protective Walls safeguarding humanity, passionately delivered his sermon. Yet, his fervent words seemed almost lost among the crowd, eliciting a few sighs of annoyance from those who paid him no mind.

"Do me a favor, yeah? Don't let anyone know I was crying." With a hint of bashfulness in his voice, Eren turned to Mikasa and made a quiet request.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. If you say so." Mikasa waved her hand dismissively, a hint of irritation flickering across her face. They both walked towards the open front gate leading into their home district. "Still, though. You don't even know why you were crying? Maybe you should have your dad take a look at you." Mikasa states as she and Eren begin to walk through the gate.

Eren looked at Mikasa with an aggravated expression. "Yeah. Because crying is clearly a medical thing." He replies, sarcasm embedded in the response.

"Is somebody messing with you, Eren?" A voice jokingly questions.

As Eren and Mikasa strolled along, they paused to observe a man clad in a military uniform emblazoned with the emblem of the Garrison Regiment. This insignia featured a shield adorned with two vibrant red roses, their thorny stems curling elegantly. The man was of average height and build, not particularly striking in appearance. He sported short blonde hair and a thin moustache that complemented his slightly elongated face. His amber eyes had a casual and carefree glint, and his cheeks were flushed—likely a result of his indulgence in too many drinks.

"Oh. Hey, Mister Hannes." Eren casually greets.

"Or was it that you got on Mikasa's bad side, eh?" The man asks with a sly grin. Bending over, drawing closer to the two children.

"No! What are you even talking about, Hannes?!" Eren asks, in an annoyed tone. Slightly catching a pungent scent of Hannes's person. "Ugh! You smell like a darn tavern." Eren points out while holding his nose. Leaning away from Hannes to retreat from his smell.

A hearty chorus of laughter erupted from a cluster of Hannes's comrades in the Garrison Regiment, who were gathered together, sipping drinks, and engaged in a lively card game. The sound was enough to draw Hannes's attention, causing him to straighten up. The three of them turned to glance at the raucous group just in time to hear one of them declare, "If only our tears were mugs of ale, we'd never worry about supplies again!" This quip was met with an enthusiastic cheer from the rest, their spirits clearly lifted by the camaraderie and revelry.

"Of course." Eren says. Clearly not being surprised by this more than likely repeat in behavior.

"You kids care for a swig? A drop of alcohol helps kill the bad germs." Hannes sarcastically remarks. Turning back to look at Eren.

"Aren't you... On watch, Hannes?" Eren asks.

"Eeyup!" Hannes exclaims, placing his left fist on his chest as a symbol of pride in one's duty. "Watching the ol' gate, we are. Thirsty work, playing sentry. Got to man the fort at all times." Hannes continues, putting his hands on his hips. "Pinochle only gets you so far when chasing off the boredom of it all. A little nip here and there brings up the courage for a spell. Perks of being a guard, eh?" Hannes finishes. Head slightly tilted with that same sly smile.

Eren wasn't impressed.

"How do you expect to fight if you're so loose on your feet?! If you can even walk straight when that time comes!" Eren demandingly asks. Clearly angry at how little people take others lives into their hands when that's your job.

"Huh? Fight?" Hannes was taken aback by this. He didn't understand. "Now why in the world would I have to—"

Eren cut him off abruptly, not allowing the words to escape fully from his lips. By this point, he should be well aware of the part he was meant to play in humanity's current situation.

"Why do you think?! I mean really! What if the Titans break through the Walls?! We'd be screwed on your watch!" Eren said with fire in his eyes, looking up at Hannes.

"Eren, please. Geez, kid. Use your inside voice. You've got spunk; I'll give you that." Hannes says, trying to alleviate the situation.

"Ha! Looks like the Doc's kid has some fight in 'em. Haha!" One of the guards chimes in. Standing up and approaching to stop at Hannes's right side, a big smile and red cheeks adorned his face. Placing his hands on his hips, he stands there with a look of pride and joy. This guard was roughly the same height as Hannes. Although he carries a slight chubbier build and has a round face sporting amber eyes and dark, slicked-back hair. "Look, Eren. The only thing the Titans have done to the Wall is scratch at it for the last century. I got a feeling that if they try anything when they get the idea, we'll be ready. More than ready, I feel." The guard finishes explaining, tapping Hannes's shoulder with his hand.

"Hugo's got a good point, Eren." Said Hannes.

This only seemed to anger Eren further.

"A feeling?! You feel ready?! What have you actually done to be ready?! Dad says you gotta stay sharp at all times!" Exclaimed Eren.

"Ah, good ol' Doctor Yeager. Yeah, well. Let me tell you, Eren. Can't really argue with the one man that solely spared us from the plague. That part is true, but... He's talking about his scalpel and fancy medical stuff. What we do isn't half as important as what he does." Hannes states, turning his gaze from Eren to look behind himself. "No disrespect towards your old man. Without him, half of us wouldn't be here. But a soldier's time beyond the Walls tends to put the whole issue into a different light, Eren." Hannes turns back to look at Eren again. "Come on. You see it. Him, wandering around out there all dead in the eyes, mindless, and stuff. Kind of creepy." Hannes says.

Eren found himself in a state of deep confusion and disbelief. How could anyone possibly underestimate the peril that the Titans represented? Their looming presence was a formidable blight on humanity's existence, and to trivialize such a dire threat seemed almost unfathomable to him.

"Wait. Hold on a second. Sounds to me like... Like you don't even think they're all that dangerous. That they don't sound like a serious problem." Eren stated in perplexation.

"Meh." Was all he got out of Hannes.

Eren's breath caught in his throat, a wave of disbelief washing over him. The magnitude of the threat posed to humanity rivaled that of the Titans themselves, a peril that could not be ignored and demanded urgent attention!

Eren was livid.

"Oh! That's just great! Just great! Then at least have the decency to stop calling yourselves a garrison, for crying out loud! People might just get the wrong idea!" Eren yelled at Hannes.

All this did seem to earn Eren nothing but a hearty chuckle from Hannes.

"You've got a good point there too, Eren. Take a look at it this way, though. If the Garrison was actually doing what people think we ought to be doing. Man, we'd be up a creek without a damn paddle. Honestly, I put a lot of stock in being called a freeloader. No shame in admitting it. Why? Because that means things are great." Hannes turned to look behind himself again before finishing. "It's how I measure peace of mind, after all."

Eren tightly balled his hands into fists. So hard he nearly drew blood from the palms of his hands. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. This whole thing was like one big bad joke to everyone. The Titans, the Walls, their way of living. Everything!

"Good...?" Eren murmured to himself, his voice tinged with disdain. The bitterness in his tone was unmistakable, drawing Hannes's attention once more. "We practically live in a cage. All we do is eat, and sleep, and act like this is just how life is for humanity. That's it. End of story." Says Eren. Aggravation caused by the whole situation painting his words.

Mikasa's eyes widened a little at Eren for him saying this. Where was all this coming from?

"We have the peace of mind of livestock. Cattle... Like sheep..." Eren said, eyes looking down with a furious glare.

The startling revelation jolted Hannes and Hugo, shaking off their stupor. Was it possible that he spoke a grim truth about the state of humanity? Or was it merely the fanciful musings of a child yearning for freedom, oblivious to the harsh realities of the world? Their introspection was abruptly disrupted by the boisterous laughter of their fellow guards behind them. Turning around, they found the group still comfortably seated, drinks perched in one hand and playing cards in the other, enjoying their raucous merriment.

"Man! The kid really does have a set on him! You were right. He's got fire!" One guard said.

"Yeah, just be careful not to cry out that fire, kid! Better wait 'til they drop too, before you go swinging them around!" The other guard commented.

"Ha! Anyway... You two comin' back to the game or what? The third guard asked.

"Huh? Yeah." Hannes replied, turning back to look at his comrades. Then surprised to see Eren start walking off. Suddenly ending the whole conversation.

Eren was sick of this talk. He decided to start walking forward, completely passing through the gate. Mikasa following in tow. Neither of them saying another word. Not even a 'goodbye.'

"Hey! Where you going? Hannes raising his voice in question. No reply.

"Hmph. That kid's got a real mouth on him." One guard comments.

"Ah, he's just a kid. They tend to dream bigger than life really allows them to achieve, ya'know?" Hannes adds. Returning to his seat.

Eren and Mikasa finally reached the higher areas of the district, opting for the winding back alleys that offered the fastest way home. The narrow paths were lined with weathered buildings and the faint sounds of the bustling streets beyond. As they strolled along, Mikasa finally broke the silence, sharing what was on her mind.

"Hey, Eren. You should let the whole Scout Regiment thing go." Mikasa said calmly.

"Seriously? Not you too. Why does everybody think that they're a joke?" Eren asks, clearly annoyed.

"What people think about the Survey Corps really isn't the issue. It's just the fact of—" Before Mikasa could finish her reply, bells were heard ringing by the gate. That could only mean one thing...

"Perfect timing! The Scouts are back!" Eren cheered with delight. A bright smile now spread across his face as he looked down at the gate in the lower part of the district. "Come on! We can make it if we hurry. I want the best seats! I want a good view of them all!" Eren joyfully said, grabbing on to Mikasa's hand and running up towards the main street.

A more somber and desolate depiction of defeat could scarcely be imagined. The hollow echoes of heavy boot steps and the rhythmic clatter of horse hooves resonated through the main street, casting a heavy pall over what little remained of the Scout Regiment. Their presence was a haunting reminder of a struggle now lost, leaving behind an air of despair and resignation.

"Ugh! Can't see a darn thing. What a load of crap." Said Eren. Remarking at the inability to get a good view of the Scouts trailing down the main street. Mikasa silently following close behind.

Eren's gaze landed on two boxes positioned side by side, their surfaces caked in dirt. In a burst of enthusiasm, he hopped onto the taller one on the left, his heart racing with anticipation. Mikasa, ever steady and composed, effortlessly climbed onto the shorter box to his right. From their lofty perches, they had a perfect vantage point to survey the unfolding scene. Eren's face lit up with an eager, hopeful smile as he watched the bustling crowd, while Mikasa maintained her trademark calmness, her eyes scanning everything with a thoughtful focus.

The remaining members of the Survey Corps wore expressions of profound defeat and despair, their faces a canvas of horror. Some were swathed in bandages, their bodies displaying bruises that told the tale of a massacre. In carts nearby, a few lay motionless, their forms hauntingly altered by the horrors they'd endured. Blood stained their uniforms, and where limbs once were, there was only emptiness—a stark reminder of the horrors that the Titans represented. The air hung thick with the fetid stench of decay, emanating from a cart covered in tattered cloth, which concealed the lifeless. Those unfortunate to be near caught a whiff of its repugnant odor, triggering violent retches that echoed in the somber reality of the Scouts, reminding them of their loss.

None of this seemed to register with the young boy, though. Eren was completely oblivious to it all. Still looking out past the crowd at the small convoy of soldiers slowly marching back to their headquarters. In defeat... With an open smile and expression shining with hope. A fairly young Section-Commander, with the countenance of a true-born leader, riding atop his horse with a stern expression, his features consisting of a well-built soldier. He had a straight nose with blonde hair and blue eyes. Hair that was parted to the right and was combed back while being well trimmed at the sides and back. A small lock of his hair stuck to his forehead that was dried with dirt and sweat. He looked to his right to meet the gaze of the young Eren. Catching the Section-Commander by surprise. As quickly as he met Eren's eyes, he had looked away with disappointment. As if he himself was trying to measure up to Eren's expectations but couldn't. Leaving him disgusted as he continued riding forward.

A shadow of discouragement fell over Eren as his cheerful smile vanished, replaced by a look of confusion. He shifted his gaze to the left, and his breath hitched in his throat, filled with deep shock and horror at what he saw before him.

Death and defeat. That is what he was met with.

The harsh reality of the world finally emerged from the shadows, confronting Eren with an undeniable truth. No longer able to evade it, he stood exposed to the full weight of his circumstances.

Voices from the crowd finally made themselves known.

"Damn. They sure have taken a big hit this time. Poor bastards."

"Yeah, well. That's what happens when pride takes you' beyond the Walls. The rest of' them must have gotten eaten. Fools."

Eren didn't hear these comments. He was still transfixed at the horrifying sight before him. Shock still showing on his face. The only thing that broke this spell was that of an elderly woman calling out for her child that was part of this horror made real.

"Moses?! Moses?!" She cried out. The High Commander of the Scouts approached her slowly. Not saying a word. "Oh, I beg your pardon, Commander. My son was with all of you on this expedition, was he not? Where is he? Please, please tell me he made it!" The mother begged.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. I wish I had better news." The Commander calmly states. He then looks over his shoulder to one of his comrades and orders, "Give it to her."

The old mother stepped back from the Commander with a look of petrified puzzlement. The soldier that was ordered to hand her something did. It took her a moment to realize that something wrapped in a dirty and bloodied cloth was now in her possession. She looked down at it, scared, then looked back up at the Commander before looking back down and starting to unravel the cloth. A severed arm, bloodied and bruised, was found. She knew it belonged to her son. She couldn't take it anymore. Her worst fears had been realized. She gasped, partially tugging the cloth up to conceal what was left of the limb from sight. She then brought it close to her chest and started to weep.

"I'm so sorry. That's all that was left of him." The Commander said, in a faint attempt at consolation.

The woman fell to her knees in anguish, cradling what was left of her son. "Did he do well? He was a brave soldier, yes?" She asked through her tears. "Tell me my son stood his ground 'til the end. That his sacrifice was worth something! That we have a better chance in this world because of him!" The mother demanded.

The Commander took a moment to collect himself. He knelt down in front of the grieving mother, searching for answers in his mind. He couldn't bring himself to lie to her. "Yes. He was brave. He was the bravest of us all! But..." The Commander paused, looking down. "His sacrifice... It... Meant nothing... Even with all our losses, it's always the same." He gritted his teeth in despair. "The recon mission was lost! We achieved nothing! Your son died because of me. Because of my failure! I sent him to his damn grave! All of them! All of them to their graves! And there's absolutely nothing to show for it! It all amounts to nothing!" The Commander exclaimed in his own anguish. Tears streaming down his face.

The looks on the crowd's faces were those of shock and sorrow.

What was left of the Scouts continued to march forward in silence, out of sight from Eren and the rest of the mass of people.

"Quite uplifting, huh?" Someone points out.

"Mhmm. Our taxpayer money, hard at work there. Gotta keep those big bastards fat and happy on human gristle, of course." The other replies in a sarcastic jest.

This earned him a stick whack on the back of the head from none other than Eren. The man hisses in pain, rubbing his already forming lump from the blow. He turns around to find Eren there holding said stick, anger burning in his eyes directed at the man.

"You little shit!"

Eren growls, gritting his teeth, reeling back the stick for another hit. But was abruptly interrupted by Mikasa's hand reaching from around the corner, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him down the alleyway they came from.

"Hey! What're you doing, Mikasa?! Let me go!" Eren protests.

"Yeah, that's right, you little fucker! You'd better run!" The man screams, rounding the corner.

Mikasa continued to drag Eren around another corner while still protesting.

"Okay! I get it already! Knock it off! Mikasa!" Eren yells.

Mikasa hurls Eren at a wall in front of her, sending Eren crashing into it, yelping in pain. This causes the firewood he was carrying to spill out everywhere. He gets to his hands and knees, wincing in obvious discomfort.

"Oh, that's great! Firewood everywhere, now! Darn it, Mikasa!" Eren continues in protest.

Mikasa takes a couple of steps forward and looks down at Eren. "See what I mean about the Scouts? So, are you still dead set on joining them? The Survey Corps?" She asks, holding a serious look on her face.

Eren was surprised at this question for some reason. They both held each other's gazes for a moment, Mikasa waiting for an answer to her question. Eren looked back down; he didn't give her one.

"Just... help me pick up the wood..."

"Like there was really any to begin with." Mikasa retorts, bending down to help pick up the remaining firewood.

"Hey! We're home!" Eren calls out, opening a wooden door and stepping in with Mikasa.

In the kitchen and dining area sits a man. If standing, he would have had an impressive height. He had a slender and well-proportioned physique that conveyed a sense of grace and poise. His straight brown hair was impeccably styled, featuring a precise part down the center, which amplified the overall neatness of his appearance. His eyes, a striking teal-green, drew one's gaze and added an enchanting quality to his face. Furthermore, he maintained a well-groomed thin beard and mustache that accentuated his features. He adorned his face with circular spectacles, which not only served a practical purpose but also enhanced his intellectual demeanor. His choice of attire included a sophisticated brown suit, which was thoughtfully paired with a crisp white cravat, lending an air of refinement. Completing his ensemble was a shirt with elegantly ruffled sleeves, which contributed to the overall elegance of his presentation. This was Eren Yeager's father and Mikasa Ackerman's adoptive father. Grisha Yeager.

Across from him was a woman who was standing and preparing dinner. The woman was strikingly attractive, distinguished by her fair complexion and medium height. Her figure was a delicate balance of slenderness and curvaceousness, contributing to her overall appeal. The large, bright hazel eyes she possessed were truly captivating, drawing attention and admiration. Her long black hair was styled loosely, cascading gracefully over her right shoulder, while bangs framed her face, enhancing her features. A few rebellious strands of hair danced on her forehead, adding an element of charm and personality to her appearance.

She chose to adorn herself in a cream-colored sweater that featured elegantly frilled sleeves, exuding both warmth and sophistication. Accompanying her sweater was a long red skirt that added a touch of vibrancy to her outfit, creating a striking contrast. To complete her ensemble, she wore a crisp white apron, which not only served a practical purpose but also contributed to her overall aesthetic. Her choice of small tan boots provided both comfort and style, grounding her look in practicality while maintaining a sense of elegance. This was Eren's mother and Mikasa's adoptive mother. Carla Yeager. Grisha's wife.

The pair turned to look at both Eren and Mikasa with smiles on their faces. "Welcome back, kids. Supper's ready." Carla replies.

Eren took the wood racks and dumped them both into a box containing firewood. While in the middle of this, Mikasa went to wash her hands, and Carla walked up to Eren. "Wow! Looks like somebody was making sure we didn't go cold. We'll be set for several days now." Carla states with enthusiasm.

Eren sighs at this. "Whatever..." After this prompt response, Carla reaches and lightly tugs Eren's earlobe. "Ow! What was that for, Mom?!"

"Your ears are red. You've got something to hide. Did Mikasa help you again?" Carla teasingly asks Eren. Already knowing the answer to that question.

As noon gracefully transitioned into the early afternoon, the family meticulously arranged the dining table in preparation for their evening meal. Eren occupied a seat to the right of his father, devouring his food with fervor, displaying an insatiable appetite. Meanwhile, at the opposite end of the table, Mikasa sat composedly, savoring her meal with a sense of calm she's always known for.

"Hey, Dad? Where are you heading' off to? A patient?" Eren inquires, still unmannerly eating his plate of food.

"Yes. Some folks in the interior have sent for me. I shall be back in a week, give or take." Grisha answers. Placing medical items into his black case.

And then suddenly, out of the blue. Mikasa states while looking down at the table, "So, um... Eren wants to join the Scouts."

Carla gasped in shocked terror, quickly turning her head over her shoulder to look at Eren. She was dumbfounded at what she had just heard. Grisha, on the other hand, had perked up and remained silent. Mikasa was still looking down at the table, concern plastered on her face for Eren. If she wasn't going to convince him. His parents would.

Eren stared at Mikasa. Stunned beyond all belief. A bead of sweat hanging on his face. Then he throws his plate back onto the table after having it up to his face to drink the remaining broth in the soup he was eating. "Thanks a lot, Mikasa! Way to keep a secret!" Eren shouts at her. Fury ignited in his eyes, a tempest of emotion surging across his face.

Now it was his mother's turn to be irate. Quickly walking over to him and grabbing him by the shoulders. "Get that damned stupid idea out of your head this instant, young man! No son of mine will be fodder for those monsters! Do I make myself perfectly clear?!" Carla yells.

"Don't yell at me!"

"Don't you dare—"

"It is a nightmare out there, Eren." Grisha cut through the argument. Calmly turning to his son, a stern and serious look on his face. "Outside the Walls. You have absolutely no idea what you'd be in for."

Eren turns to his father with a determined look on him. "Yeah! I get it, alright. But it's gotta be better than this life we live in now. I'm not stupid, okay? I know it's horrible beyond the Walls. Death, everywhere. But that doesn't mean we can just give up. Otherwise this nightmare will never end!"

"I... see... mmm." Grisha was speechless. "Excuse me. I don't want to be late for the fare." With that, Grisha made for the door and opened it to leave.

"Honey, wait! Scold the boy, will you?!" Carla demands.

"Scold him? For what? Being curious? Mere words will not do that. If anything, it'll harden his resolve." Grisha retorts. He then turns to Eren. "Eren. Behave while I'm gone, and I'll let you in on what I've been doing in the cellar. Agreed?" He says while holding out a golden key that's tied to his necklace.

Eren, with a happy and ecstatic smile, replies, "Yes! Absolutely, sir! You got it!"

With that, Grisha walked out the door and down the stone pathway of the street. The family gathered in front of the house to see him off.

"Have a safe trip, Dad!" Eren yells, waving goodbye until he is out of sight.

"I'm serious, by the way. I meant what I said." Carla says. Catching Eren off guard.

"What?" Eren turns to his mother.

"The whole idea. It's completely irresponsible." She clarifies.

"Ah, not this again! Irresponsible?! So what?! It's more grown up to sit behind the Walls and cower in fear for the rest of your useless life?!" Eren exclaims in a rhetorical manner before turning around and running down a back alley.

"Eren!" Carla calls out to him. But it's no use. She turns to Mikasa, who stops at the edge of the stairs and puts her hands on her shoulders in a panic. "Mikasa! That boy must be protected from himself. Promise that whatever happens, I can rely on you to have his back." Mikasa nods before chasing after Eren.

"Hahaha! Where's the sacrilege now, huh?" Armin Arlert found himself harshly slammed against the rough surface of a stone wall, his back pressed firmly against the cold stone. A gang of local bullies surrounded him, their taunts echoing in the air. Despite the fear tightening in his chest, Armin turned his gaze to the ringleader gripping his shirt, a fire of defiance flickering in his eyes. Though tears brimmed at the corners, threatening to spill, he held his head high, refusing to submit to their intimidation. "Or does your stupid philosophy say it's wrong to fight back, too?"

"Yeah, it actually does! I'd rather take a couple of hits than brawl like some wild animal!" Armin shouts back.

"Oh! So now I'm some kind of wild animal?" The bully asks in a mocking tone.

"Take a good look at yourself and tell me I'm wrong. You revert to violence because your brain's the size of a walnut. So pummel away all you want. I've already won." Armin replies.

This did not sit well with the trio of bullies. The bully, still holding Armin, winds up to throw a punch. "Yeah?! Good thing I'm a sore loser then—"

"Back off!" Eren screams, barreling down towards the bullies tormenting Armin. Rage and adrenaline pulsing in his veins.

All the bullies ready themselves in loose fighting stances. Taunting and mocking Eren.

"Hey, lookee here! It's Eren! Back for more?!"

"You'd think he'd learn by now."

"Leave him to me." The last bully states. But something terrible was behind Eren, close in tow. It was Mikasa. A wave of dread washes over the trio of bullies.

"Oh, shit! She's with him!"

"Run! Get out of here!" The leader of the group yells for everyone to retreat. They sprint frantically down the alley as if their shoes were on fire, shrieking like chickens who just spotted a hungry fox!

Eren pants, coming to a stop in front of Armin with a victorious smile on his face. "Haha! Just one look is all it takes. Scaredy cats. I'm just that scary." Eren declares.

Armin, still sitting with his back against the stone wall, picks up his head and slightly looks at Mikasa walking up behind Eren. "Well... At least one of you is." Armin comments. With a determined effort, he tried to rise to his feet, but the anguish coursing through him was relentless. He staggered, unable to maintain his balance, and collapsed back to one knee, a sharp cry escaping his lips.

"Armin! You okay? Here, I gotcha." Eren says, rushing up to Armin. Slowly reaching down to him with a helping hand.

Armin's gaze lingers on Eren's hand for a moment before he redirects his attention downward, tears forming in his eyes. A tumult of rage and shame swells within him, leaving him feeling utterly despondent. "It's okay. I'm fine. Thank you." Armin quietly said. Picking himself up and brushing off the dirt on his clothes.

"Okay." Eren says, lightly patting Armin on the shoulder.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm glow over the district, Eren, Armin, and Mikasa settled onto the worn steps of a staircase that overlooked the river winding through their district. The gentle lapping of the water created a soothing backdrop as they watched a man leisurely paddle his canoe downstream. He seemed completely absorbed in his own world, gliding through the water with ease, oblivious to the trio of kids sharing their evening's slice of life.

"So, what were they making fun of you for this time?" Eren asks Armin.

"It was nothing really. All I was saying is that mankind's future lies beyond the Walls. I highly doubt they understood any of it... But still." Armin answers his question.

"Tch. Damn idiots." Eren quietly insults as he throws a rock into the river. Venting his frustrations yet again. "Why does it always have to be this way? Why can't people see what we see? Why doesn't anybody let us dream?"

"The Walls are a powerful thing, Eren." Armin states. Catching Eren's attention, now fully turning his head and looking at him. "We've survived over a century because of them. Like it or not, it's true. Nobody's keen on tempting fate. I don't agree with the sentiment. But I know where it's coming from. It's fundamental human nature, Eren. When everything is said and done, the government's policies are a reflection of our fear." The young boy finishes. Truth hanging in every word. Eren could care less, though.

"Yeah, to the rest of the flock, maybe. I say to hell with them all."

"Someone will hear you." Mikasa calmly but sternly points out. "Keep it down." She says, looking over her shoulder at Eren as he meets her gaze with his.

"Like I care. You spill the beans, either way."

"What?" Armin asks, looking to both Eren and Mikasa.

"I never promised you anything." Mikasa retorts to Eren.

"Your folks know about the Scouts, Eren?" Armin questions Eren.

"Yeah. Thanks to loudmouth here. And they're not pleased."

Armin sighs at this and hangs his head. "No big shock there. It's sad really. What people are willing to settle for, for some false sense of security. Make no assumptions; it is false. One day... One day we'll be given a grim reminder of that. The Walls can't hold forever. Only a matter of time. A matter of time until—"

CRACKLE-BOOM!

Armin's contemplative sayings about the world around them were suddenly interrupted by a deafening crack of lightning followed by a booming roar of thunder. The ground trembled violently beneath the children, heaving up as if it were alive, lifting them slightly off their feet. This jarring display of unnatural power sent waves of fear rippling through the gathered crowd of Shiganshina, their faces reflecting sheer terror. And then, an eerie hush descended, enveloping the scene in an unsettling quiet.

"What was that?" Eren asks.

Before receiving any answer, Armin takes off to join a crowd of people gathering in the middle of a street.

"Armin! Wait!" Eren chases after Armin, Mikasa following closely behind.

Eren found Armin behind the small crowd. Peering up and staring at the wall. Completely still, with a look of horror on the boy's face. "Armin! What's going on?! Was it some kind of explosion or—" Eren finally raised his gaze to where Armin was staring, and what he saw sent a chill of dread coursing through him. Billowing fiercely behind the wall was a massive plume of smoke, dark and ominous, spiraling high into the heavens. Amidst this chaos, an enormous, skinless hand emerged, gripping the top of the wall with an unsettling ease. Something colossal was rising behind it, casting an imposing shadow over the landscape, its sheer size dwarfing everything in sight. The very embodiment of their worst fears was manifesting before their eyes.

"N-No! That's... impossible... That Wall is fifty meters high!" Armin exclaims in terror.

"Oh... God..." Eren quietly said in horror. Eyes wide in fear.

In that moment, an enormous, skinless head loomed over the wall, casting its chilling gaze upon the district below. It was a sight so vast and imposing that it seemed to eclipse the entire city. Steam billowed violently from its closed maw, mingling with wisps of smoke that curled off its grotesque, bare visage, creating an atmosphere thick with dread and foreboding.

"It's a Titan..." Eren states in a petrified, hushed tone.

The colossal Titan withdrew its massive leg. With a swift motion, it struck the front stone wall gate and shattered it. The impact was staggering. Dust and debris erupted into the air, scattering in all directions. A powerful gust followed, ripping apart nearby buildings. Those caught in the chaos were thrown backward, helpless against the sheer force. The destruction was not just physical; it was a warning for things to follow. The Titan's presence signified an overwhelming power that could alter everything in its path. Rubble was thrown in all directions, crushing the unlucky that were in its path. Screaming of the scared, anguishful, and dying added to the choir of hell that was unfolding. A giant hole had been made in the Wall; it was only a matter of time until the smaller Titans started pouring through. As quickly as the colossal Titan had appeared, it vanished into thin air. Steam and smoke cascading its form. Enveloping it in nothingness.

Armin fell to his knees. "It... blasted a hole into the Wall, like it was... kicking a rock..."

As soon as Armin stated this fact, three Titans made their way through the breach. Eren Yeager stood frozen, unable to comprehend the massive Titans towering over the crowd. These monstrous figures cast ominous shadows, their eyes fixed menacingly on the onlookers, who were gripped by fear. One Titan, larger than the rest, seemed to focus solely on Eren, its gaze intense and unyielding.

The stillness shattered like glass as a woman screamed. Her cry was a spark, igniting a frenzy of terror that swept through the crowd. More voices joined in, creating a chaotic chorus of panic.

People surged forward, desperate to flee the impending doom. In this moment, the nightmare became real. Eren could see the horror painted across the faces of the citizens as they scrambled for safety. They were fighting against sheer panic, seeking any escape from the monsters that threatened their very existence.

"Run for your lives!"

"They breached the Wall! Hurry, run!"

"We're all gonna die!"

"Every man for himself!"

Eren ignored them. The chaos around him faded into the background. At that moment, one thought consumed his mind. One soul, who lingered in his memory, became prominent. It cut through the noise of panic and despair. This figure represented something vital—a connection in the midst of horror. Their presence was a reminder of what he fought for. And that thought sharpened his focus. He couldn't afford to lose sight of what mattered most. "Mom..."

"We have to go now!" Armin yelled, his voice cutting through the tension. Eren pushed himself upright, urgency in his stride. "Eren, no!" Armin's shout echoed, desperate and firm. The situation was dire. Every second counted. They couldn't afford to be caught off guard any more than they already had. Eren's instinct drove him forward, but Armin's warning hung in the air, heavy with impending danger. What lay ahead was uncertain and mortifying, but they had to act now. No hesitation. No turning back. Time was slipping away.

"My house is that way," Eren said with urgency. "Mom is all alone." Suddenly, he shifted from a slow jog to a full sprint. His thoughts consumed by concern, each step propelled him forward with a fierce determination. Mikasa fell in line behind him, her eyes fixed on Eren as he rushed ahead. She could sense the weight of his worry. They both knew the importance of reaching home quickly.

Armin gasped, reaching out his trembling hand to her. "Mikasa, wait!" She paid no mind to him. Armin paused, staring at his trembling hand. He fought to steady it as tears filled his eyes. "This is it," he murmured. Panic crept in. "This is the end... We're all going to…" His voice caught in his throat, but then he roared, "Every single one of us is going to be devoured, alive!" The weight of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of their grim reality. They were facing a fate filled with dread, and he could feel the cold grip of fear tightening around him.

Eren raced through the town, his mind a blur of panic. Everywhere he turned, the scene was horrific. Blood splattered across the streets, a gruesome tapestry of chaos. The wails of children pierced the air as they grieved for parents, their bodies torn apart. Nearby, buildings crumbled, concrete collapsing like crushed dreams under the weight of massive forces. He could hear the sickening cracks of bones breaking as enormous humanoid giants crushed anyone in their path. The sound of flesh tearing and the gut-wrenching screams of the townspeople filled the air. The world around him was falling apart, and Eren was caught in the midst of it all. There was no stopping, no thinking—only the instinct to run.

Eren's mind raced wildly, a whirlwind of fear and adrenaline coursing through him. All he could think was, "Everything will be alright; it has to be! Just around this corner, the house will still be standing—just like it always is! We just need to get inside, find Mom, and get out of here as fast as we can. If we can find Dad, maybe he'll have an idea of what to do. But if not... I can't even think about that. Just find Mom and get out! Hurry!"

Eren and Mikasa pumped their arms as they hurried down the street. They turned the corner, and suddenly, Eren hesitated. His heart sank. What he saw made his face turn pale. There, looming ominously on the left side of their roof, was a massive boulder. This wasn't just any rock; it threatened everything he knew. The sight sent a chill down his spine. His home, once a sanctuary, now looked and felt like a dilapidated tomb.

"Mom! Mom!" Eren screamed, running harder and faster.

Carla lay on her stomach, surrounded by a jumble of wood and debris pressing down on her. She managed to lift her head just in time to see Eren and Mikasa rushing toward her, determined to help her escape.

"We have to lift this beam off her!" Eren said to Mikasa, then started to pull. Mikasa copied Eren's move and pulled too. In the distant background, a heavy thump echoed, causing the ground to tremble. Eren and Mikasa paused for a moment, their attention drawn to the unsettling sounds resonating from nearby. They turned their heads to see two massive Titans striding ominously through the neighborhood. The air felt heavy with tension as they looked at the giant monsters. Suddenly, a distinct thump echoed once more, causing the ground beneath them to vibrate violently again.

In that heartbeat, they spotted another Titan approaching. This one was different, sporting a broad, menacing grin that chilled them to the bone. Each thunderous step it took filled the atmosphere with a sense of impending doom, heightening their anxiety. Eren's heart raced as he and Mikasa stood rooted in place, fully aware that danger was drawing nearer with every passing moment. They exchanged a glance, a silent understanding passing between them; they needed to get their mother to safety this instant.

"C'mon, Mikasa! Hurry! Lift, damn it!" Eren screamed.

"I know!" She shouted back.

Carla turned her head to glance over her shoulder, her heart racing with anxiety. Although she couldn't spot the Titan right away, she felt its presence looming dangerously close. Panic surged through her as chilling thoughts filled her mind, driving her to despair. She envisioned her children, Eren and Mikasa, trapped in the grips of terror that filled her with dread. An image flashed vividly in her mind: Eren being devoured mercilessly by one of the monstrous Titans while Mikasa was caught in a horrifying struggle, torn apart by two relentless giants. The weight of these terrifying thoughts made it nearly impossible for Carla to focus on anything else, as her protective instincts rose to a boiling point. She knew she had to get them moving, to keep her children safe, but the gruesome images refused to leave her thoughts, piling on top of her fears like an insurmountable burden.

Carla's eyes narrowed, filled with determination. No, she wouldn't allow it. Absolutely not. She would be damned if she let that happen. There was no way she would give these giants the satisfaction of devouring her children. She simply refused to let that happen!

"Eren, you've got to get out of here now. Take Mikasa and just run!" Carla warned Eren.

"I want to more than anything, but I need you on your feet first!" Eren yelled, growling and gritting his teeth while still struggling to remove the fallen beam that was trapping his mother.

Carla looked towards the ground in despair. "Eren, sweetie, please. Listen to me. My legs have been crushed. Even if you managed to free me, I wouldn't be able to stand."

"Then I'll just have to carry you!" Eren snapped.

Carla, with tears in the corners of her eyes, looked back up into Eren's and snapped back, "Damn it all, boy! Will you just shut up and listen to me for once in your damn life?!" She then turned to Mikasa, "Mikasa, please! Make him..." Carla pleaded.

Mikasa didn't respond. She didn't know what to do. She just hung her head low, with her own tears streaming down her face, gritting her teeth and bearing with it all. Carla then turned to look at Eren, still trying to pull on the beam with all of his strength. "You want all three of us to die, Eren?"

Suddenly, a loud burst of steam echoed in the air, drawing their attention. As they turned to see where it was coming from, they realized that it was Hannes approaching them. In that moment, Carla felt a flutter of hope in her chest. Hannes, a lifelong friend of the Yeager family, had arrived to lend a helping hand. The unexpected arrival of someone she trusted gave her a sense of relief amidst the chaos they were experiencing. It was a reminder that no matter how dire the situation seemed, there were still people willing to come together and support one another in times of need.

"Hannes! Take the kids and run from here!" She demanded.

Hannes smiled with confidence as he knelt down in front of Carla. "Come on now, Carla. That's not our only option here." He then changed to a more serious expression before finishing, "I'm a trained soldier, after all. My skill set is killin' Titans and saving lives!" Hannes stood straight up, unsheathing a blade from his ODM gear, and made for the Titan heading straight for them.

"No! Please, don't do this! Please!" Carla cried out.

"It's gonna be okay, Mom! Hannes is a soldier! He'll take care of that Titan, and then we'll pull you out of there!" Eren reassured his mother with a hopeful smile.

"Okay, nothing fancy about it. Just take it out, then get the three of them to safety. Make good on the debt you owe!" Hannes thought, building himself up for the duty he was always meant for. He trained for this.

But it was of no use... Hannes stopped dead in his tracks and looked up at the monster. The Titan stopped too. It just stood there and stared right into his eyes, with this cold, lifeless, and yet wide-smiled look. Pure terror is all he felt in that moment. His face that once held courage was now replaced with trepidation so overwhelming. He knew right then and there he would've been eaten alive if he dared to attack the Titan. As fast as he could, he resheathed the blade back into place, turned right around, and headed back for the children to get them out of harm's way.

Eren gasped as he felt himself lifted off the ground and his body bending. He quickly shifted his gaze from the ground to Hannes's face. Hannes had a blank expression, and a shadow obscured his features. Hannes felt so powerless. He was supposed to be a soldier, not a coward.

"Hey! No! What are you doing?! Hannes?! Put me down, damn you! You, bastard!" Eren let out a scream of confusion. He was so taken aback that he didn't even see Hannes lift Mikasa and carry her under his arm. With both of them in his control, Hannes quickly turned and took off running. Eren reached out for his mother, shouting for Hannes to halt. However, his cries went unheard.

With a tearful smile, Carla whispered out, "Thank you, Hannes... Thank you..."

"Hannes, please! We can't just leave her there! Mom!" Eren pleaded once more, reaching out towards his mother. Again, it fell on deaf ears.

Carla reached out her hand to Eren. "I love you! More than anything! Do you hear me?! Stay alive!"

A loud thud reverberated through the ground, prompting Eren to glance upward. His heart dropped as he saw the Titan looming over the ruins of his home. The giant bent slightly and began to rummage through the splintered wood and rubble. Eren's heart sank further when he caught sight of his mother already caught in its hands. In a moment of panic, he cried out, begging the massive creature to stop, but once again, his pleas fell on deaf ears.

"NO! Please don't—"

A dark green blur raced past the corner of his eye. Eren was unsure of what had just happened. The wind's overwhelming force initially slammed against his face, causing him to shut his eyes tightly. Then, an intense impact shattered the air around him, followed by the sickening sound of bones breaking and a heavy thud that shook the ground like the fall of a tree, along with the desperate screams of his mother. A quiet stillness filled the air...

Eren opened his eyes and was taken aback by what he saw. The Titan lay on its back, motionless. Smoke rose from its right cheek, and blood streamed down its neck. Eren gradually turned his gaze to his mother, a smile forming on his lips; she was safe; she was alive! Eren blinked, surprised by the scene unfolding in front of him. A figure was approaching, holding his mother as if in a bridal procession. Gradually, the enormous armored figure came closer, standing an impressive six feet eight inches tall. While Eren couldn't see the eyes behind the armor, he felt an intense, searing gaze locked onto him.

Eren could not ignore the intense feeling of intimidation he felt when standing before this imposing armored figure. Each purposeful step sent a shiver down his spine, reaching the back of his neck and resonating deep within him. Strikingly, the armored giant had not yet made any move, yet Eren sensed a mysterious but at the same time familiar power radiating from the armored man. Then he saw it... That symbol... The one from his dream earlier today. It was on the left side of the man's helmet.

The armored man knelt down, gently lowering Carla to the ground. Eren watched as he reached for a blue vial from his utility belt. After uncorking it, he carefully poured the liquid into the palm of his gauntlet. Rubbing both gauntlets together, he then placed them on Carla's legs. Everyone was left puzzled by this action.

"What is he doing?" Eren thought.

Carla was enveloped in a magnificent blue glow that was so bright it made Eren and the two others instinctively cover their eyes. After a moment, the light diminished, allowing them to lower their arms. The armored man retrieved his gauntlets, stood tall, and looked down at Carla. With a kind gesture, he offered his hand to her. Carla briefly glanced from his hand to his visored gaze before taking it. Standing upright, she grasped the gauntlet of her armored rescuer. Everyone was shocked, especially Hannes.

"Oh my... God..." Hannes quietly said to himself. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He let go of Eren and Mikasa, allowing them to move toward Carla and stand beside her. The armored figure withdrew his hand and turned away from her. Carla reached out to her savior, her mouth opening to say something, but she quickly closed it as a rhythmic thud resonated through the ground. Everyone glanced in the direction of the sound to see seven additional Titans approaching them. It was time to get moving.

The armored man looked back at Carla, nodding his head to signal her and the three others to leave. Carla quickly glanced at the approaching Titans and then back at the man who had come to her aid.

"Are you going to stop them?" She asked the armored man, with wide eyes.

"I am. Now, go." He slowly, calmly replied. His low voice, resonating in her ears.

"B-But...! I-I mean...! You can't stop them all by yourself!" She exclaimed in protest. Terrified for her savior's life.

Another loud footstep reverberated through the ground, signaling that the Titans were getting closer. "Take your children and leave this place." The armored figure glanced back at Carla and, once again, signaled for her to get away. "Now."

Carla frowned as she sensed the ground trembling beneath her feet, signaling that the Titans were approaching. She turned to her savior and gave a reassuring nod. Without hesitating, she grasped Eren's and Mikasa's hands and looked at both of them intently. "Come on, kids!" Carla called out as she spun around and dashed away, with Hannes following closely behind.

"I'll take you to the ferry behind the inner wall. That will bring you to the Trost District. You and the kids will be safe there." Hannes stated his plan of action.

"Thank you, Hannes." Carla replied with a smile.

Eren glanced back and spotted the armored figure reaching for his back. For a fleeting moment, he caught sight of what appeared to be a double-barreled firearm, with some kind of iron jaw on the bottom. Quickly refocusing, Eren pressed on, running alongside his mother and Mikasa.

"Who is he?" He thought to himself.

A/N: Welp. There ya have it. My first chapter of my first fanfiction. Hope you enjoyed. This first chapter took about a couple of weeks to finish, but it's done. This fanfiction's first chapter was heavily inspired by Perpetual Infernal: Rip & Tear For Humanity by Triple Studios. A couple of things I will address here are that, no, there will be no demons in this crossover. This AU crossover takes place after The Ancient Gods - Part Two. Then finally number two: yes, the Doom Slayer will talk. Only when necessary. Not a lot at first. But gradually more and more as things develop. Like with characters and events that take place. Anyway, that's about it. I hope everybody has a good rest of their week, and I'm going to take a break tomorrow from this. But it's right back to the grindstone after. Stud, out.

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