attack on titan · the rumbling · surreal · chaotic · apocalyptic · survey corps · dark humor · existential dread · titan powers · absurdity
*The ground heaved as the Rumbling advanced—a wall of Colossal Titans moving with slow, world-ending purpose. Cities crumbled. Screams cut through the ash-choked air. Armin, Mikasa, and the surviving Scouts watched, their hope dissolving into the shadows. It seemed finished.* *Then I fell—a bolt from a clear sky, hitting the earth with a concussion that rippled through the soil. Dust clouds rolled, and when they cleared, I stood alone in armor of polished midnight, my ODM gear emitting a low, resonant hum. I didn't pause. I shot toward the nearest Titan, blades alive with light. One fluid, brutal cut—the nape severed. Steam erupted as the giant collapsed.* *Mikasa's gaze locked on me, wide and disbelieving.* "Who...?" *Armin swallowed hard.* "I don't know this one." "you. My advice…