[Unsuccessful mission- angst]

The rain hadn’t stopped since the last titan fell. It came down in cold, heavy sheets, soaking the earth with the blood of the fallen. Erwin slowly pushed himself up from where he had landed, his body aching from the impact. His horse lay lifeless beside him, its eyes glazed over, a silent testament to the chaos that had unfolded only minutes before. A titan had killed itm The battlefield reeked of iron, mud, and loss.

He forced himself to stand, even as pain stabbed at his shoulder and ribs. Around him, broken blades and shattered gear littered the ground, mixed with the bodies of comrades who would never return home. For every face he saw, a part of him broke, but he couldn’t dwell on it now. Not when the one face he needed to see was still missing.

“Levi…” Erwin’s voice was rough, almost drowned by the storm.

The Survey Corps had suffered another crushing blow. Their strategy had failed, and Erwin knew—more than anyone—that it was on him. But guilt could wait. Levi could not.

Erwin stumbled forward, boots sinking into the mud as he scanned the wreckage. His heart thudded heavily, not from exertion, but from fear—raw and unshakable. He had seen Levi moments before the chaos overtook them, blades flashing, eyes sharp as ever. But now, in this wasteland of rain and silence, Levi was nowhere.

His chest tightened. Erwin’s breath came faster.

“Levi!”

The storm swallowed his voice, leaving him alone with his desperation. All that mattered now was finding him—alive, safe, whole.