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It was one of the rare nights Levi actually allowed himself to rest.
The day had been exhausting, even by Survey Corps standards. Most of it had been spent chasing Hange around while trying to keep her alive. She had somehow decided the best way to study a Titan's teeth was from the inside of its mouth.
The experiment had yet again nearly ended in disaster.
The wooden beams holding the Titan's jaws apart had begun to splinter under the strain, groaning louder with every passing second. Moblit had thrown himself forward at the last possible moment, dragging Hange free just as the supports snapped. The Titan's teeth slammed together with enough force to splinter the remaining timber into jagged pieces.
"Section Commander, are you trying to get yourself killed?" Moblit shrieked, as if it were routine. Hange ignored him, rushing to grab more wood.
Another ordinary day.
Now the Special Operations Squad's barracks sat unusually quiet.
Levi occupied the chair nearest the fireplace, the worn velvet rough beneath his forearms. Years of use had faded its deep crimson fabric to a dull brown in places, and the scent of dust lingered beneath the smoke rising from the dying fire. The embers crackled softly, filling the room with a gentle warmth that eased into tired muscles. Beyond the windows, rain tapped lightly against the glass.
Petra, Eld, Gunther, and Oruo had gone into town. Hange had undoubtedly dragged Moblit into another reckless experiment.
Levi had chosen silence instead.
His arms remained folded across his chest, his chin resting lightly against them. Sleep found him slowly, almost reluctantly. He stirred, brows furrowing. It wasn't very often he let himself sleep deep enough to dream.
...
Cool air brushed against his face.
The warmth of the fire was gone.
Damp earth settled beneath his boots, soft with moss and scattered pine needles. The sharp scent of cedar filled his lungs as shafts of pale sunlight slipped through the towering trees overhead. Dust drifted lazily through the golden beams, suspended in the stillness.
The forest was silent.
Too silent.
Not a bird.
Not an insect.
Only the quiet rhythm of his own breathing.
A faint glow flickered ahead.
Small.
Golden.
It hovered between the trees like a tiny star, its warm light pulsing softly against the bark before drifting farther into the woods.
