Erwin stood atop Wall Maria. His eyes scanned the area below. Completely titanless. The atmosphere felt different. Even the wind seemed to call for the change coming. He glanced down at his hands, both hands. When was the last time he’d had them both? Back when the Armoured and Colossal had revealed themselves? That felt like a lifetime ago.

He stood atop the wall for some time, long enough to realize he was keeping the others waiting. They needed to return to Trost soon, but as he looked out one last time, he wondered just how long it would take before they were finally free…