BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Armored Titan charged forward. His heavy body, encased in plated armor, sent tremors through the ground with every step. The closer he came to the Wall, the faster those quakes followed. Massive footprints sank into the dirt, dust shook free into the air, and everywhere he passed—windows shattered, fountains crumbled, homes collapsed.
In what looked like a crowded plaza, refugees shrieked and stumbled in panic. They clutched their children, struggling through the press of bodies toward the safety of the inner Wall. But one giant armored foot came down, and a cluster of them was crushed flat, blood and flesh smeared across the earth. A father watched his child crushed underfoot, while another child fell to the ground, wailing as he clawed through the gore trying to find his parents' remains.
The people at the gate lost all order. Terrified of being next, they screamed and surged forward like a bursting flood, slamming against the Garrison soldiers trying to hold the gate.
The soldiers themselves stood frozen, staring in horror at the Armored Titan charging straight at them.
Compared to lumbering Pure Titans, he was death incarnate.
"Fire! Fire!!"
Cannons mounted on the Wall thundered, soldiers hastily shoving rounds into barrels without time for proper aim.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The cannons at the gate fired too, hastily lit, sending volleys of shells trailing smoke.
But their small caliber meant nothing against armor. The shells hit like rain against stone, bouncing harmlessly off.
The Armored Titan only accelerated, roaring as he closed on the gate.
The Garrison made a brutal choice: abandon the refugees still outside and slam the gates shut.
But it was impossible.
Those already inside threw themselves against the gates, straining to close them, desperate to keep the Titan from breaking through. Those still outside clawed from the other side, screaming, pushing to get in, just as desperate to avoid being trampled.
The struggle locked the gate in place, unmoving.
The Armored Titan smashed cannons beneath his feet, sent iron skidding away, but the gate still stood half-open, clogged with fighting humans.
From his nape, Reiner showed no sign of stopping. To him, this was hell made righteous. Every "devil" here deserved to die. If they perished, perhaps the world would forgive Eldians. Perhaps the internment camps would vanish. Perhaps his people would breathe free beyond those wire-topped walls.
Roger remained unmoved.
He knew what Reiner was after: break the gate, draw him in, force him to fight, so the others could transform and capture him.
But Roger wanted the Armored Titan for himself.
Guiding the Jaw Titan, he darted not after Reiner but instead to the breach. He tore through Pure Titans rushing the opening, fangs sinking into napes, claws ripping necks.
Like a goalkeeper. Like a gate guardian.
Standing firm at the Wall.
For every few steps Reiner ran, Roger felled another Titan.
But killing endlessly wasn't sustainable. So Roger piled the corpses, stacking them into a grisly barricade, patching over the Colossal Titan's breach with Titan flesh.
The dead steamed, destined to vanish, but Roger never stopped—slaughtering more to replace them, shoving them into place.
Black markings crawled over the Jaw Titan's body, coating him like coal, glowing red at the core as if ready to ignite. Roger noticed—but instead of numbness, strength surged. He grew sharper, stronger, tireless, endless.
The Titans fell, one after another.
The Armored Titan finally slammed into the Wall.
With a final cannon blast echoing above, he hurled his weight forward, shattering Maria's barrier into a yawning gap.
Skidding to a halt, he turned—and froze.
The Jaw Titan had nearly filled the Colossal's breach, sealing it with corpses.
"???"
Reiner was stunned. He had expected Roger to chase him, or to flee. But patching the Wall?!
Was this a joke?
Charging back through his own breach, Reiner stomped into Shiganshina, only to see the Titans inside had all been drawn to Roger—and one by one, slaughtered.
His eyes locked on the Jaw Titan. Its body was dark as coal, veins glowing red-hot like embers, just like the black Titan they had once seen—the one even the Colossal couldn't shake.
If they didn't kill Roger here, it would doom them all.
But hesitation clawed at him.
Their mission was to lure and seize the Founding Titan. If the Wall was sealed, how would the Founding reveal itself?
"The dead Titans will vanish eventually. Let's see how long you can keep it up, Roger. Without me lifting a hand, you'll collapse."
Reiner released his Titan, dropping to the ground.
"Reiner!"
Annie and the others rushed to him.
"Talk while we move."
He wasted no time, leading them away to safer ground.
On the run, Pieck spoke her fear.
"Reiner, Annie, Bertholdt. I just saw soldiers cutting Titans down with blades. If Roger keeps patching the breach, could those soldiers join him—and wipe out the Titans inside? I'm thinking…
…
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What if they've already allied with him before we arrived?"
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