Lets save the World of Hell

Thick black smoke filled the sky, mixing with the stench of blood and burning flesh. The desperate screams of soldiers and the monstrous roars of Titans echoed throughout Trost District, creating an atmosphere of pure chaos. The once-busy streets were now littered with debris and corpses, the walls stained red with the remnants of those who had been devoured.

Standing atop a rooftop, Adam observed the battlefield with unwavering focus. His sharp eyes scanned every movement, analyzing the shifting tides of battle. His fingers tightened around the grips of his ODM Gear, but his face remained composed, his mind calculating every possible course of action.

"So, it's finally happening…" he thought, watching as the city was torn apart. "All the training, all the drills… None of it could have truly prepared us for this. This isn't just another exercise. This is survival. Kill or be killed."

Across the battlefield, Mikasa moved like a phantom, her blades cutting through Titans with deadly precision. Every swing of her swords was efficient, every movement a perfect execution. She wasted no time, her expression devoid of hesitation as she carved her way through the monstrous horde.

In contrast, Jean, Conny, and Sasha were struggling. They weren't weak, but the sheer number of Titans and the unpredictable nature of battle were overwhelming them.

Jean cursed under his breath, frustration clear on his face. "Damn it! We can't hold this position much longer!"

Conny dodged a Titan's grasp by mere inches, his breathing ragged. "This area's too tight! My ODM Gear doesn't have enough space to maneuver properly!"

Sasha fired an arrow into the eye of an approaching Titan, but her voice trembled as she spoke. "Maybe we should fall back to a more open area?"

Adam landed near them, his mind already forming a plan. He took a quick glance at the surroundings, noting the positions of nearby Titans and the potential escape routes.

"That's not a bad idea," he admitted, "but if we retreat without a plan, we'll just get surrounded. Jean, hold this position and direct defenses here. Conny, make sure no one gets separated—if anyone falls behind, we'll lose them. Sasha, keep using your bow to draw attention away from us. If we control where the Titans focus their attacks, we'll last longer."

Jean hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Alright. Let's do this."

With a renewed sense of coordination, they pushed forward, no longer acting on pure instinct but as a tactical unit. Slowly but surely, they began to regain control of their immediate surroundings.

But amidst the chaos, Adam's eyes caught something unusual in the distance—Marco. He was speaking with Reiner, Bertholdt, and Annie, his face showing a mixture of confusion and unease.

Adam frowned. Something about the way they stood, the way Marco's expression shifted… It didn't sit right with him.

His instincts screamed at him to pay closer attention, to figure out what was happening. But before he could make a move, another wave of Titans surged forward, demanding his immediate focus.

The battle wasn't over yet.

Hours passed, and the chaos slowly began to settle.

Jean sprinted through the rubble, his breath uneven. His eyes were wide with panic, his hands trembling as he turned a corner.

"Adam… Marco…" His voice cracked.

Adam followed him, his heart pounding against his ribs. When he saw Marco's body lying in the dirt, his stomach twisted into knots.

Marco's lifeless eyes stared blankly at the sky, his face frozen in the last expression of fear he ever made. His uniform was torn, his body broken.

Jean dropped to his knees beside him. His breathing turned shallow. "No… This… This can't be happening…"

Adam approached, forcing himself to look closer. And then—something caught his attention.

"…Where's his ODM Gear?" His voice was steady, but his mind was racing.

Jean turned to him, confused. "What?"

Adam's gaze flickered toward Reiner and Bertholdt, who stood nearby. Annie was there too, but unlike them, she kept her head low, her expression unreadable.

A strange feeling crept into Adam's chest, an instinct he couldn't ignore. Something wasn't right.

But this wasn't the time to start throwing accusations.

Not yet.

On the other side of the battlefield, Armin sat motionless in the dirt. His eyes were wide, unfocused. His hands trembled against his thighs. The scene he had just witnessed played over and over in his mind.

Blood. Screams. Flesh being torn apart.

He couldn't breathe.

Eren grabbed his shoulders. "Armin! Get up! We haven't lost yet!"

Armin barely registered his voice. "Eren… It's over…"

A shadow loomed over them.

A Titan.

Its massive jaw unhinged, rows of teeth glinting in the light.

Eren's body moved before his mind could think.

He shoved Armin out of the way.

"CRUNCH!"

Blood splattered across the battlefield.

Time slowed.

Mikasa's breath hitched. Jean's body went rigid.

"Eren!!!"

A dreadful silence followed.

Up on a rooftop, Adam watched the scene unfold, his face unreadable.

His mind processed what had just happened, but there was no emotion in his expression.

"…So he's really dead?"

Then—something moved.

A new Titan appeared, but unlike the others, it wasn't attacking humans.

It was attacking Titans.

Adam narrowed his eyes, watching its movements. The way it fought. The way its muscles coiled with fury.

The way its eyes burned with something far more human than any Titan should possess.

He landed beside Armin, who was still trembling.

"Armin."

No response.

Adam gripped his shoulder. "Armin."

Armin finally turned, his face pale, his eyes filled with shock.

Adam spoke firmly. "That Titan… I think it's Eren."

Armin's breath hitched. "What…? That's not possible…"

Adam exhaled slowly. "Think about it. That Titan appeared right after Eren was eaten. It's not attacking us. It's tearing through the others. And look at how it moves… The way it fights… It reminds me of him."

Armin shook his head, still struggling to comprehend it. "But how…?"

"I don't know," Adam admitted. "But if I'm right, then everything changes."

After the battle, Eren—human again—was restrained in chains. The military debated his fate, fear and uncertainty filling the air.

Armin hesitated, struggling to find the right words.

But Adam stepped forward first.

He locked eyes with Commander Pyxis. "Sir, before you make your decision, let me ask you something. If we had a weapon capable of destroying Titans from the inside… would we discard it, or use it?"

Pyxis arched a brow. "You're saying this boy is a weapon?"

Adam nodded. "Not just a weapon. A chance to change the tide of battle."

A heavy silence filled the room.

"If we can control his power," Adam continued, "we can use him to seal the gate. He can lift the boulder and stop the Titans from pouring in."

The officers exchanged uncertain glances.

Then, after a long pause, Pyxis let out a small, amused chuckle.

"Interesting. Very interesting. Alright. We'll give him a chance."

Adam remained composed, but deep inside, he felt a quiet sense of relief.

"Step one is done. Now, we need to make sure Eren can control his power."