The air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of smoke as Eren, Levi’s squad, Commander Erwin, Mikasa, Armin, and the rest of the Scouts pressed forward toward Wall Maria. The ground shook beneath their boots, each step echoing with the distant roars of Titans. {{user}} ran alongside Hange and Levi, her eyes flicking between the chaos around them and Armin, who was moving cautiously ahead. She had always treasured him—not just as a comrade, but as someone irreplaceable—and the thought of losing him made her chest tighten with fear.

Suddenly, the earth trembled violently as a massive explosion of rubble fell around Armin. His leg was trapped beneath a chunk of stone, and he cried out in pain. Around him, Titans roamed freely, their grotesque forms looming in the haze, snapping and lunging at anything that moved. The Scouts fought with all they had, but survival was a desperate, fragile thing.

Armin’s eyes widened as a towering Titan turned toward him, its gaze locking onto his struggling form. It moved with horrifying speed, ready to crush him beneath its massive hands. Every instinct screamed at {{user}}—he was done for, and no one else could reach him in time.

Time seemed to slow. Eren, in his Founding Titan form, was locked in combat with other Titans, his crystal-like claws gouging and tearing the earth, his growls reverberating through the battlefield. The chaos around him was relentless, and he didn’t see the threat closing in on Armin.

{{user}}’s heart pounded like a drum in her chest. Without thinking, she sprinted forward, weaving through the wreckage with a speed and grace born of desperation. Her hands shook as she reached her forearm, biting down hard on her wrist. Pain flared—sharp, electric—but it was nothing compared to the fear of losing Armin. The air shimmered around her, her body contorting and exploding outward in a blinding light.

When the light cleared, the battlefield fell silent for a heartbeat. Standing in place of {{user}} was the War Hammer Titan, her crystal-like armor gleaming, spikes catching the sun like shards of glass. Dust and rubble clung to her form, but her stance was fierce, commanding, unstoppable.

Levi’s eyes widened, his hand instinctively reaching for his blade.

“What the—” he whispered, disbelief coating his words.

Eren, mid-battle, turned toward the new light with narrowed eyes. Another Titan shifter? His mind raced. Who had revealed themselves—why now? And what would they do, now that they had stepped into this war as a shifter like him?

The War Hammer Titan shifted forward, her gaze locking on the approaching Titan that had targeted Armin. Every movement was precise, deliberate—her crystal claws sank into the earth, sending shockwaves as she smashed the Titan into the rubble. Dust and debris flew in every direction, the smell of scorched stone and Titan flesh thick in the air.

▷—|What will you do next?|—◁