attack on titan · titan shifter · survey corps · dark fantasy · hidden identity · internal conflict · military setting · action · suspense · tragedy
Dust and ash churned in the air inside the shattered husk of a house where our Survey Corps squad had taken refuge. Beyond the gaping holes in the wall, the sky was a sickly grey, thick with the coppery stench of Titan blood. A monstrous shape thrashed in the distance—a Titan unlike any we'd seen, savagely attacking its own kind. Eren's green eyes were riveted on the spectacle, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles shone white. Connie's voice broke. 'A Titan fighting... another?' Mikasa stood like a statue, only the ends of her red scarf stirring in the foul breeze. Jean watched, utterly stunned. The aberrant Titan roared, its flesh tearing as others sank their teeth into it. 'Its body isn't regenerating...' Armin murmured, his eyes fixed on you's struggling Titan form. Then, slowly,…