First turning point
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Are all humans truly equal?
In a perfect world, talent and effort should define a person's fate.
Those who strive should be rewarded.
Those who do not should be left behind.
And yet... the world has never worked that way.
From the moment we are born, differences are imposed upon us.
Some are blessed with strong bodies, others with brilliant minds.
Some are born into powerful families, others into absolute misery.
In that place where I grew up, the idea of equality was stripped away from us from the very beginning.
There was no justice, only selection.
There was no mercy, only utility.
I was taught that the strong survive and the weak perish.
That life is nothing more than a series of logical calculations to determine who deserves to advance and who should be discarded.
And yet, everything I learned in that place...
Does not compare to the brutality of this world.
Here, there are no comforting lies.
No illusions of a better future.
No hand forcing you to fight, nor a system that rewards the victors.
Here, everything is much simpler.
You survive... or you die.
It doesn't matter if you are strong or weak.
It doesn't matter how hard you try.
It doesn't matter if you are a genius or a fool.
Facing a Titan unprepared has only one result.
Death.
Effort does not guarantee victory.
Talent does not guarantee survival.
Logic does not guarantee peace.
So then... what is the point?
Why do we keep moving forward?
In the white facility, the answer was clear: advancing meant surpassing the experiment.
It meant proving my existence.
But here...
Here, advancing means nothing.
The only reason I keep walking...
Is because stopping is the same as accepting death.
There is no destiny waiting at the end of the road.
No reward for those who reach it.
No redemption for sinners, nor punishment for monsters.
There is only an endless war.
And deep down, I always knew it.
Equality never existed.
Not in that world.
Not in this one.
The strong will continue to crush the weak.
The weak will continue to die without reason.
And those who understand that truth...
Will be the only ones who can keep walking.
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"WHO WOULD EVER WANT TO DO THIS?!! WHO WOULD WANT THIS?!!!"
Bertholdt's voice rose above the chaos of battle, filled with desperation and bottled-up rage. His eyes, normally calm, now burned with a mixture of anguish and unbearable guilt.
"To be hated by everyone! To be seen as a monster! To be remembered only as an enemy! Who in their right mind would choose this?!"
His breathing was erratic, broken by the weight of his own words. He clutched his gear tightly, his hands trembling.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, but none of those things would change the fate that he and his companions had sealed with their own betrayal.
"Even if we die here... even if we are killed in the cruelest way possible... nothing will change! What we did is irreversible! What has been destroyed can never be restored!"
The faces of Connie, Jean, and the other soldiers reflected in his eyes, filled with a mix of fury and pain.
Once, those same eyes had looked at him with camaraderie.
Now, they saw only an enemy.
"But we..." —his voice dropped to a whisper— "...we don't deserve to be forgiven."
The weight of his own confession crushed him. He knew there was no justification strong enough, no words that could ease the suffering they had caused.
"There was only... only one time when all of this didn't hurt..."
His gaze lingered on Connie and Jean, on those who had fought alongside him, laughed with him, shared moments that now felt like a cruel illusion.
"The time we acted as soldiers... those days... were real."
Bertholdt swallowed hard. A knot of emotions clogged his throat, threatening to break him completely.
"IT WASN'T A LIE, CONNIE! JEAN!"
His body shook with the intensity of his own voice, his eyes were red, filled with something none of the others had ever seen in him before.
"It's true... that we disappointed all of you..."
His hands trembled, clenched into fists so tightly that his nails dug into his skin.
"It's true that we ruined everything. That we betrayed you. That we will never be able to make up for it."
His voice cracked.
"But... not everything was a lie."
Silence fell over the battlefield like a heavy stone.
"Truly... you were our comrades..."
He didn't expect an answer.
He didn't expect compassion.
He only wanted his words to be heard, even if just for a second.
"No... we have no way to apologize..."
The sounds of war seemed distant.
Only this moment existed, suspended in the air between them.
Bertholdt lowered his head, unable to meet the eyes of those he had betrayed.
"But... someone... please... someone..."
His voice was barely a whisper, trembling, pleading.
"I beg you... someone... someone find us..."
That someone would see beyond the blood.
That someone would understand the burden they carried.
That someone... would remember them not as monsters, but as people.
Mikasa took a step forward, her expression unchanging, her voice cold, almost completely empty.
"Bertholdt... give Eren back."
Bertholdt lifted his gaze toward her. His lips parted slightly, as if he were about to say something else, but in the end, he only let out a shaky sigh.
"I can't..."
His expression wasn't defiant. It wasn't cruel. It was just... resigned.
"Someone has to do it..."
The wind blew between them, carrying with it the scent of blood and earth.
"Someone has to stain their hands with blood."
The sound of Titans moving in the distance shattered the tension in the air.
Then, a desperate cry shook the moment.
"GET AWAY FROM THERE, KIDS!!!"
Hannes' warning arrived with the force of thunder.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT YOU'RE TRYING TO DO, ERWIN!!!"
From the front, beyond the smoke and chaos of battle, emerged a terrifying sight.
Dozens of Titans charged forward at full speed. Not in a mindless stampede, but directed with lethal precision. Their massive bodies moved wildly, tearing through everything in their path without stopping.
And in the middle of them all, Commander Erwin led the charge.
They weren't escaping.
They weren't retreating.
Terror was reflected in the eyes of the warriors.
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"EVERYONE, SPREAD OUT!!! STAY AWAY FROM THE TITANS!!!"
Erwin's voice rang out with undeniable authority, cutting through the air thick with tension and desperation. It was an absolute order, leaving no room for doubt or hesitation.
The Titans' roars grew louder, reverberating through the ground as their colossal bodies advanced with unstoppable fury. Their grotesque forms loomed like a tsunami of flesh and teeth, and in that instant, no one had the luxury of thinking about anything other than survival.
Without hesitation, the soldiers began to move.
I did too.
Orders didn't matter. Morality didn't matter. In a battle like this, only those who acted quickly had the chance to see the sunrise the next day.
My feet moved on instinct, propelling me away from the impact zone. The soldiers' cloaks billowed as they used their ODM gear to gain height and escape the impending massacre.
And then, hell was unleashed.
The Titans crashed against the Armored Titan like a living tidal wave, their deformed bodies hurling themselves at him with a ferocity justified only by the most primal hunger.
Reiner roared, his body hardening in a desperate attempt to withstand the assault. His massive hands rose to shield the fragile bodies of Bertholdt and Eren, who were on his back. Every movement was a struggle to remain standing, to avoid being toppled and devoured by the very monsters he had tried to control for so long.
Beside him, Ymir fought desperately, her claws tearing through the flesh of the Titans trying to reach her.
She wasn't fighting for herself.
She wasn't fighting for her own survival.
She was fighting for Krista.
"How should we call this...?" Jean muttered, his gaze dark as he observed everything while we put distance between us.
Hell? No, something as mundane as this...
"No... THIS IS ONLY THE BEGINNING!!!" Erwin roared, taking the lead as he unsheathed his sword. "EVERYONE, CHARGE!!!!!!"
"Eh?!!!"
"THE ENTIRE SURVIVAL OF HUMANITY DEPENDS ON THIS MOMENT!!! IF WE LOSE EREN, HUMANITY WILL HAVE NO OTHER CHANCE!!!"
"WE WILL RETRIEVE EREN AND WITHDRAW!!!" He raised his sword high, locking eyes with Levi and me for just a fraction of a second.
"SHINZOU WO SASAGEYO!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The entire Scout Regiment roared as they surged toward the enemy.
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"Great."
Jean's voice resonated with disbelief as his eyes followed each of the Armored Titan's brutal movements. His tone was a mix of surprise and suppressed tension.
"He finally moved his arms."
The hands that had once served as an impenetrable wall to protect Bertholdt and Eren were now weapons of destruction against the horde of Titans surrounding him. With devastating blows, Reiner crushed skulls, broke limbs, and sent entire bodies flying like ragdolls.
The battlefield roared with deafening chaos.
"So now..."
Mikasa's voice cut through the turmoil, firm and resolute. Her eyes locked onto the only thing that mattered: Eren.
Her goal was clear.
No obstacles mattered.
No odds mattered.
She was going to reach him.
But Jean, more grounded in reality, couldn't help but exclaim:
"Do you not see the horde of Titans surrounding them?! Do you really think we can make it through that?!"
His disbelief was justified.
The Titans kept piling up, their grotesque silhouettes blocking every possible route. A frontal attack wasn't just suicidal—it was impossible without a proper strategy.
But Mikasa didn't hesitate.
Jean shook his head, frustrated.
"Only someone willing to throw their life away would charge at the Titans like that."
"Isn't it obvious?"
A monotone voice cut through the conversation.
Both turned quickly.
A few meters away, I interrupt the conversation, observing the scene with the same unchanging calm as always.
"They're already doing it."
Jean furrowed his brow.
"What...?"
He turned away from them and looked beyond—to the Titans moving chaotically, still unaware of our presence.
Some were straying from the battle, seeking refuge in the confusion. Others... were already moving.
"The difference is that most of them will do it without realizing it."
Mikasa didn't wait any longer.
"Then there's no reason to delay," she said dryly.
"ADVANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Erwin's shout thundered from the front as he pointed his sword to the sky.
At that exact moment, a Titan lunged, biting down on his arm and dragging him away as it ran.
"Commander Erwin!!!!!!!!!!!" a soldier screamed.
Terror filled everyone's faces, but Erwin's expression remained unchanged.
"ADVANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! EREN IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU!!! MOVE FORWARD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
He kept shouting while pointing his sword, but not even a second passed before the Titan that had captured him collapsed, its nape completely severed by a black flash.
The horses galloped frantically through the swarm of Titans. A moment of hesitation meant death.
The monstrous hands of those abominations emerged from all directions, snatching riders with brutal ease. Some were ripped from their mounts and devoured mid-air, their screams silenced by the sickening sound of bones breaking.
I moved effortlessly.
Unlike the others, desperation did not cloud my senses.
Every turn, every acceleration, every change of direction—I executed them with surgical precision. No hesitation. No doubt.
The Titans tried to catch me, but their movements were too predictable.
Bodies fell. Screams rose.
Like everyone else, I stood on my horse's back, drawing my swords in a single fluid motion.
Mikasa was the first to launch forward.
She didn't wait. She didn't analyze. She didn't hesitate.
Her only priority was Eren.
With overwhelming speed, she propelled herself straight toward Bertholdt. Her blade gleamed in the air, seeking its target with the precision of a predator.
But...
Reiner got in the way.
His armored arm blocked the attack at the last moment. Mikasa shot past him, missing her chance in a single instant.
And that mistake...
...was immediately punished.
Before she could react, a Titan's massive hand closed around her body.
"AAAAAHHHH!!!" Her scream echoed across the battlefield—a mix of fury and pain.
"Mikasa!!"
My voice was barely louder than usual.
But my actions spoke for themselves.
I didn't stop.
I didn't hesitate.
With a flawless movement, I twisted in the air, and my blades sliced cleanly through both of the Titan's eyes.
The creature roared in agony, staggering.
I seized the moment.
I launched forward, using the inertia of my attack. My swords pierced the Titan's wrist.
The blades cut through flesh with surgical precision.
Within seconds, the hand imprisoning Mikasa was reduced to shreds.
I wasted no time.
My body kept moving.
And when my momentum finally faded, I stopped.
Right in front of me... just a few meters away...
Bertholdt.
His breathing was erratic. His posture rigid.
Our eyes met.
In his gaze, I saw the reflection of someone hurt and furious... but above all, terrified.
But in mine...
...he saw nothing.
Only a few seconds had passed since our eyes locked.
Just enough time to analyze him.
Just enough time to know what to say.
I turned slightly, looking at Eren. His body was gagged, his eyes burning with rage.
Almost ironic.
He was trapped.
But the one most restrained at this moment... was Bertholdt.
"Running away, huh?" My words fell like an invisible blade upon him.
His jaw clenched.
"At this point, it makes sense. There's no other choice, right?"
Bertholdt didn't respond, but his fists tightened.
It was obvious he wanted to speak.
To scream.
But the right words... didn't exist.
"Although... I can't help but wonder..."
I walked toward him slowly, my swords lowered.
There was no threat in my posture.
No hostility.
Only mild curiosity.
"What about Annie?"
His body froze.
In that instant, his fury wavered.
"I think you know, don't you? After what you saw on top of the wall."
I stopped.
My eyes analyzed him with absolute precision.
"But... do you really understand what they're doing to her?"
Silence.
"Annie is trapped. No chance of escape. Surrounded by enemies who hate her... day and night."
"Every second of her existence is suffering."
"And you... are you going to abandon her? For a moment, I almost thought you loved her."
Bertholdt opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
His head shook slightly—denying it.
"While you run away..."
"She screams."
"While you save yourself..."
"She is tortured."
Bertholdt took a step back.
"While you flee..."
His expression twisted.
"She suffers... Tell me, Bertholdt..."
His gaze trembled.
"Can you abandon her?"
"Can you live with that?"
His denial crumbled.
"Or... are you going to do something about it?"
And in that instant...
Everything collapsed.
Bertholdt screamed.
A wild, uncontrolled roar.
"I SHOULD KILL ALL OF YOU RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!!!!"
His fury was absolute.
The air vibrated with his scream—a detonation of emotions repressed for far too long.
But then...
A flash of steel.
A shadow rose from below.
And in that very moment, Erwin's sword slashed upward.
A brutal, vertical cut.
The blade tore through Bertholdt's body, ripping flesh and muscle apart.
From abdomen to shoulder.
The impact stole his breath away.
His expression twisted in shock.
But he had no time to react.
Because at the same time...
"Tsk... Damn useless brat."
A figure appeared behind him.
Levi.
...
In an almost imperceptible movement, he grabs Eren and vanishes in an instant.
It all happens in less than a second.
By the time Bertholdt even begins to comprehend it...
Erwin's voice thunders across the battlefield.
"EVERYONE, RETREAT!!"
No one hesitates.
We throw ourselves onto our horses, maneuvering through the remnants of the massacre.
The ground trembles under the weight of the Titans.
The screams of the fallen still echo in the air.
But there is no time to look back.
No time to think.
Only to move forward.
My hands grip the reins with mechanical precision as we speed away.
Beside me, the faces of my comrades are drenched in sweat and exhaustion.
"Hey, Kiyotaka! That was amazing!!!"
Sasha's voice rises beside me, riding her horse.
Her tone is light, but the adrenaline in her expression gives her away.
"Did you really have to get that close to that big guy?" she says with a nervous smile.
"It wasn't that bad... just enough to rescue Eren."
"You're right, you're right! But still, it's scary how calm you are."
Her horse and mine gallop side by side, the wind whipping against our faces.
"And you?" I ask without changing my tone. "You don't seem very nervous."
Sasha laughs, though it sounds more like a relieved sigh.
"Oh, believe me! I'm terrified. It's just that, you know... there's no point in overthinking it."
"I suppose that makes sense."
"Of course it does! Besides, if I focus too much on the fear, my stomach starts hurting, and I get hungry. And trust me, right now, I don't want to think about food with so many Titans around."
The way she says it is so natural that it's almost absurd.
"Then, how do you deal with it...?"
Sasha thinks for a moment, her gaze fixed on the horizon as the wind tousles her hair.
"Hmm... I guess I just keep moving forward and trust that I'll still be alive when it's all over."
Her tone is light, almost carefree, but there's something in her posture, in the way she grips the reins slightly tighter, that betrays her.
"A little optimistic, don't you think?"
Sasha lets out a short laugh.
"I know, I know! But what else can I do? I'm not like Mikasa or you. If I stop and think too much about the danger... I'll freeze up."
Her smile is still there, but there's something else behind it.
Sasha is aware of her limitations.
But instead of dwelling on them, she simply moves forward.
It's a different way of seeing things.
"Not bad."
She looks at me, surprised.
"What?"
"Your way of thinking."
Sasha blinks, then lets out a small laugh.
"Wow! I never thought I'd get a compliment from you, Kiyotaka."
"Really? To be honest, you're the one I think the most highly of among all the cadets. We're friends, after all."
For a moment, the air between us shifts.
Sasha's eyes widen slightly before a faint blush spreads across her cheeks.
Her gaze drifts away from mine, casually turning toward the sky.
"Yeah, yeah, sure..." she says in a quieter tone, as if trying to hide her reaction.
But then, something in her expression suddenly changes.
Her body tenses.
"Huh...?"
Instinctively, I follow the direction of her gaze.
My eyes barely have time to register the shadow falling from above.
FWWWOOOM.......!!!
A deafening crash shakes the ground.
BOOOOOOOOOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A Titan collapses right in front of me, its massive body slamming into the earth with devastating force.
The explosion of dust and debris engulfs everything in an instant.
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The sensation of falling fades, but the pain remains.
My body crashes against the ground with brutal force, and a dry crack runs through my bones.
The impact leaves me dazed, my vision flickering between darkness and the distorted reality before me.
For a moment, everything is a blur.
A part of my consciousness struggles to stay afloat, clinging to the thin line between wakefulness and unconsciousness.
I try to move, but a sharp wave of pain surges through my entire being.
My right leg.
A quick glance confirms what I already know.
It's broken.
Not just that... it's twisted in an unnatural angle, bent in a way that shouldn't be possible.
I feel my body momentarily surrender to the pain, my breath ragged, my vision unfocused.
"!!!KIYOTAKA!!!"
A voice cuts through the fog in my mind.
Feminine.
Familiar, yet my mind barely registers it.
The sound of her voice bounces inside my head, distorting like a distant echo.
My thoughts are fragmented.
I feel a pair of hands shaking me from behind, desperate, trying to pull me back.
But I don't move.
I don't see the point.
In my current state, getting up is impossible.
Maybe that's for the best.
Maybe this world has finally had enough of me.
This place... this cursed world.
From the moment I arrived, it never allowed me to rest.
There's always something.
Always someone.
Something interfering.
Someone pulling me back into the fight.
Even now, with my body shattered, with death so close...
It doesn't surprise me that someone is still trying to bring me back.
But for the first time... I don't want to return.
I have no interest in continuing.
My mind sinks deeper into thought.
If fate has led me to this point... then maybe I should accept what comes next.
If I die here, what happens after?
Will there be another world waiting for me?
Another cycle, another life?
If that's my fate... I hope it's a better place.
A world where conflict doesn't drag me back again and again.
A place where, for once, I can simply exist.
No expectations.
No struggle.
... But even so.
If this truly is my end...
If there are no more paths to take...
If this is the final page of my story...
Then there's something I want to say.
Thank you.
To all those who stood by my side.
To Eren, to Armin, to Jean, to Connie, to Mina.
To Sasha...
Mikasa...
To my parents... the family I always wanted...
I never truly knew them.
I never allowed them to break through the walls I built.
But even so, there were moments when I enjoyed their company.
Small fragments of something... that perhaps could have been important to me.
I regret nothing.
I wouldn't change a thing.
This world will move on with or without me.
SQUELCH... SQUELCH...
A wet, sticky sound echoes behind me.
I barely perceive it.
Accompanied by the unmistakable dripping of a thick liquid hitting the ground.
Something warm and viscous seeps through the earth, the scent of iron saturating the air.
My mind, still trapped in the haze of pain and resignation, barely acknowledges it.
It's nothing new.
No matter how many times I see the scene, the result is always the same.
Corpses littering the ground.
Shattered bodies.
Rivers of blood mixing with dust and dirt.
SQUELCH... SQUELCH...
Again.
The sound is insistent, louder this time.
As if something—someone—was trying to move.
Finally, it becomes bothersome enough to pull me out of my stupor.
Slowly, I turn my head, resigned.
"Huh...?"
What I see forces me to focus.
A body...
Slightly rising from the ground.
Muscles trembling.
Blood dripping in thick streams down their uniform, staining every inch of the fabric.
The build, the height... the details are unmistakable.
I know who it is.
But my brain—my instincts—refuse to acknowledge it.
My eyes slowly trace upward...
Until I see it.
Or rather...
Until I see what's missing.
Where a face should be...
There's only a bloodied, mangled mess.
The skull crushed, muscles torn away, skin shredded.
The remnants of what was once a face now reduced to a grotesque mass of flesh, bone, and pulsing blood.
Thick crimson drops fall intermittently from the teeth of the creature still latched onto the upper part of their head.
A Titan.
Its jaw remains clamped around what little is left of the skull.
For a moment, there is silence.
Only the sound of the wind.
Only the persistent dripping of blood.
Only the hollow echo of the world crumbling around me.
Then...
CRUNCH!!!!!!!
The Titan's teeth snap shut with a brutal clench.
CRACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The skull splits in two.
A gush of blood bursts from the open wound, covering every part of my face.
The Titan moves.
A slow step.
Heavy.
Its shadow looms over me, darkening the bloodstained ground.
My body should be paralyzed.
My bones are still broken.
My muscles, torn.
But instead of weakening... at that very moment, for no reason at all...
An indescribable surge of electricity rushes down my spine.
Violent.
Almost painful.
My blood-covered eyes focus entirely on the creature.
Every fiber of my being tenses as my mind empties.
There is no pain.
There is no fear.
There is absolutely nothing.
My body moves before I can think.
I stand on both legs, ignoring the agonizing torment coursing through me.
The bones in my foot are still fractured.
But that doesn't matter.
Not now.
In my hand, only a single blade remains.
I don't hold it by the handle.
I grip it by the edge.
The steel digs into my skin.
Blood runs down my fingers.
It doesn't matter.
Nothing matters.
I take a step forward.
Then another.
I leap.
My body launches toward it without hesitation.
And the moment its mouth opens to devour me—
My arm plunges into its throat.
Not with the intent to defend myself.
Not with the intent to evade it.
I attack head-on.
The edge of my blade buries itself inside its mouth and carves its way to the nape.
Flesh is cut.
Hot blood drenches my entire arm.
But it's not enough.
The cut isn't deep enough.
Not enough to kill it.
Its eyes still shine, as empty as mine.
Its jaws begin to close around my arm.
I don't care.
Because I have no intention of stopping.
"UAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!"
A savage scream erupts from my throat.
It's not a sound I've made before.
It's not mine.
Something I've never felt before.
But I don't stop.
The Titan's teeth clamp down on my arm.
A searing pain explodes in my flesh.
The pressure increases.
Bones crack.
Skin tears.
But I don't care.
I don't resist.
I don't try to break free.
I let it happen.
I let it rip my arm off.
Flesh separates from me in an instant.
My vision is drenched in red.
The world trembles around me.
But I don't stop.
At the very moment when the pain should make me collapse—
I jump.
My legs tense.
The wind whistles in my ears.
My body moves with the inertia of the attack.
And when I land on the Titan's back, I grab the other end of the blade with my only remaining hand.
My fingers close around the edge.
The steel digs into my palm.
The skin splits.
Blood drips.
But none of that matters.
There is only one goal.
There is only one action.
My arm rises.
And then...
I cut.
The blade sinks into the Titan's flesh.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
...
At that moment, another surge of electricity courses through my spine.
But this one is different.
It's not pain.
It's not rage.
It's something strange.
As if my body ceases to exist in a single heartbeat.
All sensations vanish.
The pain, the exhaustion, the adrenaline...
Everything dissolves into nothing.
The world fades away.
And in its place...
I see only black.
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I don't know how much time passes.
I don't know if it's been seconds... minutes... days... months or years.
But eventually...
I open my eyes.
Slowly.
Calmly.
Too calmly.
My breathing is steady.
My mind is at ease.
There is no tension in my muscles.
No trace of the violence I was consumed by just moments ago.
The first thing I notice is the sand.
Fine. Soft.
Warm beneath my body.
The air here feels different.
As if I'm in a dream.
My gaze shifts calmly... until I see my missing arm.
Or rather... what is being done with it.
A small figure, sitting quietly on the sand, is molding something with their hands.
Blonde hair.
Expressionless face.
Gently, with an almost methodical precision, her hands shape what was once my arm...
With sand.
The sight is surreal.
But I don't flinch.
There is no fear, no despair.
Somehow... all of this feels familiar.
As if... I've been here before.
Perhaps... for longer than I can remember.
And then...
The words leave my mouth almost instinctively.
"Ymir, right?"
The girl lifts her gaze.
Her expression remains the same.
She says nothing.
She only watches me with those empty, unfathomable eyes.
The silence stretches between us.
There is no wind.
No sound.
Only her gaze and mine, connected in an eternal instant.
And then...
She opens her mouth.
But there are no words.
Only an empty void inside her mouth.
No tongue.
No voice.
I don't need anything more to understand.
My eyes narrow slightly.
And a sigh escapes my lips.
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA This is the first turning point of the story, so I recommend reading it in full! I left several details for the future. Honestly, this is the chapter I enjoyed/suffered the most while writing. I love you all!!!