Attack On Survey Corps Save Direct

The horses are gone. Scattered. Eaten.

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.

Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy. attack on survey corps save

Levi is already a blur. A tornado of steel and fury. He carves a path through a seven-meter’s nape, spins off its collapsing skull, and lands on a crawling four-meter, driving both blades into its eyes. “MOVE!” he roars, blood painting his cravat.

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

And the Survey Corps charges—not to win. Not to survive.

“DEDICATE YOUR HEARTS!” he shouts.

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.