Opening 2 Aot [ Proven | STRATEGY ]

Eren's gear hooked into a rafter. He swung high, higher than anyone else, until the battlefield looked like a game of chess made of meat and mud.

Then the next titan was already there. And the next. And the next. opening 2 aot

He thought of his mother, arms pinned beneath the fallen beam. Of Hannes, drunk and useless, unable to lift a spear. Of the colossal titan's bald, steaming head peering over the wall like a demon sun. Eren's gear hooked into a rafter

Eren spun—once, twice—and the nape split open like a rotten fruit. Warm steam billowed past his face. For one clean second, there was nothing but the hiss of vapor and the distant cry of a bird that didn't know any better. And the next

"Jäger."

Then the signal flare went up: crimson, blooming like a wound against the pale sky.