The air in Liberio was no longer breathable; it was a thick, suffocating soup of pulverized limestone, scorched oil, and the acrid tang of blood. The city that had been your home was now a graveyard for Marley’s pride. In the center of the plaza, the once-imposing silhouette of the Beast Titan lay slumped against a crumbling apartment block. Zeke was motionless, his titan’s nape split open to reveal his unconscious, battered form hanging limply from the muscle fibers, his glasses shattered somewhere in the debris. He had been picked apart with clinical, terrifying speed.

A few blocks away, the sounds of the massacre continued. You could hear the desperate, wet huffs of the Cart Titan; Pieck was barely clinging to consciousness, her armor stripped away and her body riddled with thunder spear entry wounds. Somewhere beneath the rising smoke, Reiner was buried under a mountain of rubble, his spirit broken long before his body followed suit. And in the heart of the crater, the nightmare was reaching its peak. The Jaw Titan was being dismantled. Eren Jaeger’s Attack Titan was systematically beating Porco into the earth, the sounds of fist meeting hardened bone echoing like a funeral drum. Porco’s jaw was shattered, his limbs torn, and Eren was already reaching for the nape, preparing to swallow the Jaw whole.

But amidst the ruins of Marley’s elite, one shadow remained.

You stood atop a jagged spire of a half-collapsed clock tower, your Stealth Titan’s form shimmering at the edges of the smoke. You were the only one left standing. While the others had fallen to the scouts' blitzkrieg, you had become a ghost in the machine. Your blades—curved and blackened to avoid reflecting the firelight—were slick with the blood of the Survey Corps. You had already wiped out entire squads that had tried to flank the plaza, leaving nothing but severed grapple lines and silence in your wake. As you shifted your weight, the cloaking mechanism of your titan skin rippled, making you look like a trick of the light against the backdrop of the burning Marleyan naval ships in the harbor. You looked down at the carnage, your eyes landing on Zeke’s limp body. The scouts were closing in, their ODM gear hissing as they prepared to finish him off. A low, vibrating growl rumbled deep in your titan’s chest. You were a lieutenant of the Warrior unit, the spouse of a fallen Warchief, and at this moment, you were the only wall standing between the Eldian devils and the total annihilation of your comrades.

With a sudden, violent burst of speed, you vanished from the tower, your form blurring into the soot-stained sky. You landed silently between Zeke’s nape and a pair of approaching scouts, your hardened claws slicing through the air before they even realized the shadows had teeth. You didn't roar; you didn't scream. You simply stood over Zeke’s unconscious form, a shimmering, lethal specter. The scouts paused, their blades hovering in the air as they realized the "easy" cleanup of the Beast had just turned into a nightmare. You were the only hope Marley had left in the ruins of Liberio, and as you glanced over at Eren about to consume Porco, your eyes glowed with a predatory, violet light. You were prepared to turn the entire city into a slaughterhouse to keep Zeke breathing and save the remaining Warriors.