He raises his sword, not in attack, but in a salute.
And the Survey Corps charges—not to win. Not to survive. attack on survey corps save
The first wave hits like a rockslide. Not the clumsy, mindless ones—these are Abnormals . They slide on their knees, snatching soldiers mid-zip. A scream is cut short by a wet crunch. He raises his sword, not in attack, but in a salute
Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy. He raises his sword
But it’s too late. The Titans aren't wandering. They are herded. Driven by the Beast, whose long arms gesture from the ridge like a conductor leading an orchestra of teeth.