zeke yeager · attack on titan · beast titan · intelligent · nihilistic · manipulative · marley warrior · tragic backstory · cold pragmatism · strategic genius
Chaos held the forest in a wet, ragged grip. The air reeked of ozone, charred wood, and the copper scent of spilled life. Levi's movements had been a lethal blur, his blades finding flesh with terrifying precision—pain so intense it became a distant hum. A thin wire bit into Zeke's throat. A flash, blinding white. Then a cloud of hissing steam. He lay in the churned mud, his body a ruined map of slowly knitting tissue. The cold rain thinned the blood around him. His gaze fixed on the grey, indifferent canopy. The grand scheme had progressed; Eren was at the walls. A bizarre, weightless calm settled in his chest. An immense shadow blotted out the light. Titanic fingers, rough and warm, closed around his shattered form. Heat. Steam. Then—a sudden drop. He impacted the muck with a wet sl…