The Empire of Titans

The Traitors of Humanity

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"Don't forget that I'll always love you. We won't be separated because I'll always be in your heart,"

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Bertholdt was in a state of panic as he witnessed the two people he once considered his friends, Reiner and Annie, prepare to turn into Titans.

Tears were streaming down his face as he pleaded with them to stop. "Annie, Reiner, please stop. W-we are friends!" he begged, his voice cracking with emotion.

But his desperate pleas fell on deaf ears as golden electricity started to burst out from their bodies, a clear indication of their transformation.

Despite Bertholdt's desperate pleas, Reiner and Annie seemed not to hear what he was saying.

Annie, in particular, appeared remorseful as she apologized, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry, Bertholdt," she said, not daring to look at him. But before she could say anything else, two bolts of golden lightning struck both her and Reiner, triggering their transformation into Titans.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie orange glow across the desolate landscape, the Titans loomed ominously over the remnants of the City of Trost. In the heart of the chaos, amidst the deafening roars and the thunderous clash of steel against the flesh, stood Eren, his eyes burning with a fierce determination.

Eren, his body pulsating with raw power, its immense size dwarfing the surrounding devastation. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he strained to carry the massive boulder, its weight threatening to crush his spirit along with his weary limbs. Yet, he knew that failure was not an option.

He couldn't help but blame the relentless battle against the Titans, the unyielding onslaught that had consumed every ounce of his energy for the past two grueling hours. With each swing of his arms, each bone-crushing blow, Eren had fought tooth and nail to defend humanity in the Walls.

Only thirty short minutes had passed since he last transformed into a Titan, a meager respite that offered little solace to his exhausted body and weary mind. But Eren paid no heed to his physical limitations; he pressed on, driven by an unwavering resolve. With the hole in the Wall tantalizingly close, a hundred meters separating him from triumph, Eren's heart pounded in his chest. The deafening cacophony of the battlefield faded into the background as he focused solely on his mission. A singular thought consumed Eren's mind: the damn hole would be sealed.

Eren's senses heightened as he caught a glimpse from the corner of his eyes. The Jaw Titan elegantly tore through the enemy with its menacing fangs before effortlessly leaping onto another and sinking its teeth into the vulnerable nape. With a mixture of relief and awe, Eren's gaze shifted to the familiar figures of Mikasa and Armin, standing valiantly atop a nearby building. As his racing heart gradually steadied, Eren couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude that his cherished friends had emerged unscathed from the relentless onslaught. Amidst the chaos, Jean and Floch, displaying unwavering determination, fought side by side, their combined efforts culminating in the demise of a Titan. And amidst this symphony of heroism, it was Historia, adorned with unmatched resolve, who delivered the decisive blow. Meanwhile, Sasha and Connie, their faces etched with exhaustion, stood shoulder to shoulder with Ian and a few others.