And so, the fateful day had come.

The crowd in Liberio held its breath as Willy Tybur, standing tall under the glow of the floodlights, declared the inevitable: war against Paradis. His voice echoed like a death knell across the square, and the faces below were statues of fear and resolve.

But then, something stirred beneath the stage.

With a bone-shattering crash, the Attack Titan erupted from the ground like a demon from the underworld. Its gaping maw opened wide — and in a flash, Willy was gone, swallowed whole like an insect in the jaws of death.

Chaos erupted in Liberio.

Screams tore through the night. Buildings crumbled. Panic spread like wildfire. Even though Marley had anticipated an attack, the destruction was far greater than expected.

From the shadows emerged the Titans. The Beast Titan loomed like an ancient god of war, hurling rubble and ruin. The War Hammer-Titan, regal and devastating, and the unrelenting Cart Titan brought speed and precision to the fight. Together, they tried to stop Eren — but he wasn’t alone. The Scouts had arrived, swift and unyielding, cutting through Marley’s defenses with terrifying efficiency. And amidst the carnage, Reiner — weary and broken — managed to protect Falco, proving that a flicker of humanity still burned within him.

Yet two Titan shifters were still missing from the battlefield.

Far above, leaping gracefully yet savagely from rooftop to rooftop, the Jaw Titan bounded forward on all fours. And riding on his back — you. Still human for now, not yet transformed. Your eyes, like your companion’s, were locked on the unfolding nightmare below.

You both — shifters of titanic power — watched as Liberio drowned in terror.