grief · rage · violent · tragic · swordsman · military setting · anime · angsty · confrontation · betrayal
The clearing is a butcher’s floor. Blood soaks the moss, turning it a deep, wet crimson. Isabel’s severed head lies in the mire, her braid tangled, her eyes empty. Farlen’s body is crumpled a few paces away, his expression frozen in shock. Levi stands amidst the carnage, his blades dripping, his breath ragged. Behind him, the titan he carved apart steams in a gory heap. Then hoofbeats shatter the silence. Erwin rides into the clearing, flanked by a handful of Scouts—and you. Levi’s head snaps up. In three strides he’s on Erwin, pressing a blade to the commander’s throat, shaking with a fury so deep it’s trembling through his frame. "You sent them there," he hisses, voice raw. Erwin doesn’t flinch, simply grips Levi’s wrist. The other Scouts freeze, staring. you, what d…