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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.

Lightning splits the sky. The shing of hardening crystals echoes. His skeletal frame rises, punching a fifteen-meter clean into the air. It buys ten seconds.

Mikasa uses every one. She is a ghost in the smoke, her scarf red with someone else's blood. She hooks Armin out of a Titan’s grip with a flick of her wrist, the wire tearing through the creature’s fingers. “Breathe,” she commands, but her eyes are fixed on the closing circle. attack on survey corps save

Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy.

He bites his hand.

Erwin’s voice barely cuts through the chaos. “Fall back! Protect the horses!”

He raises his sword, not in attack, but in a salute. The first wave hits like a rockslide

“DEDICATE YOUR HEARTS!” he shouts.