Then the armored titan roared, and the sky cracked open.
Hange laughed somewhere to the left, half-mad with exhilaration. "They're moving strangely today! Did someone change the weather?!"
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.
Eren Yeager stood at the edge of the launch platform, the nape of his neck prickling as the colossal steel doors began to grind open. Outside, gray dawn bled into a sky choked with haze. Somewhere beyond the wall, titans stirred. opening 2 aot
For a moment, Eren understood something he couldn't put into words. This wasn't a monster. This was a soldier. Same as him.
But the music never stopped. Not in their blood.
But he did think. He always did.
And the hunt continued.
The first titan lunged.
Then the next titan was already there. And the next. And the next. Then the armored titan roared, and the sky cracked open
Close the gap. Cut the nape. Don't think.
Eren launched himself upward. Wind screamed past his ears. Below, the ground swarmed with nightmare shapes—grinning, reaching, their hands big enough to crush a carriage.
"Jäger."
Commander Erwin raised his blade. "Humanity's fate hinges on this moment. Forward—!"
Somewhere in the chaos, Armin whispered to himself: "A world of fire and ice. It has to be real."