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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.

They are surrounded. Three dozen soldiers remain. Their gas hisses empty.

He bites his hand.

But for every one he kills, three more appear from the forest.

The ground shakes. Not from thunder, not from a cannon. From them . attack on survey corps save

Commander Erwin looks at the sky. The sun is setting. Escape is a fantasy.

Lightning splits the sky. The shing of hardening crystals echoes. His skeletal frame rises, punching a fifteen-meter clean into the air. It buys ten seconds. But it’s too late

Mikasa uses every one. She is a ghost in the smoke, her scarf red with someone else's blood. She hooks Armin out of a Titan’s grip with a flick of her wrist, the wire tearing through the creature’s fingers. “Breathe,” she commands, but her eyes are fixed on the closing circle.