Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy.
He raises his sword, not in attack, but in a salute. attack on survey corps save
Erwin’s voice barely cuts through the chaos. “Fall back! Protect the horses!” Commander Erwin looks at the sky
“DEDICATE YOUR HEARTS!” he shouts.
But for every one he kills, three more appear from the forest. not in attack
But it’s too late. The Titans aren't wandering. They are herded. Driven by the Beast, whose long arms gesture from the ridge like a conductor leading an orchestra of teeth.